The Ice, a lake or wide river could not be counted, a sea of ice all covered to the sides. Ice made hard, wherein all manner of creatures made their homes. In it, on it and under it. Ice for all the time of memory, hard and true, now in this time of broken airs, the water ice had lost its nature and strength to become thin and fractured. The creatures there set drifting and their lives in pieces, no longer whole.
The Three Knights and the Not Clever Fox came to it, the ice plain which could not be counted. Ice that in all the times past had been a road to cross with ease, now a thin place of dangerous footing.
The fox walked upon the ice, when the Knights took their in turn it was cracking apart by their heavy feet and the feet of their horses.
We may cross and we may not cross, they said.
When they were away on the ice, they saw many of the creatures of that place crying and begging the merciful knights to make the ice whole once more and they listened well.
We must bring this knowing to the City of Az where they understand the changing of the airs and ice that might be made good also.
The Blue Knight then fell into the ice break and was soon to drown pulled low by his strong armour. In the deeps of the water there he espied the bones and glinting armour of a great army, lying in rest, as if frozen in the act of charge upon a field.
The Fox and all manner of small creatures with their friends and relations together, lay down upon the weakness of the white ice to bring him a saving by rope they held.
Thanking with grace the creatures, the three Knights and the Fox vowed to bring the message of their woes to change, to consult the wise heads of Az and find ways to make the Air whole once more such that the Ice may be a hard and true place.
The Guardians of the Cave 