The dark night enveloped the palace garden, the dim light of the torches illuminated the paths among the thick trees and bushes. A light breeze swayed the leaves, and there was a tense silence around, thinned only occasionally by the singing of night birds. Lancelot, in heavy metal armor, stood guard outside the palace. His face was hidden by his helmet, and his sword, held tightly in his hands, glowed menacingly in the moonlight, not breaking the silent promise of protection given years ago

A figure appeared quietly from the thicket, a lean, tall, lithe blue hedgehog in a motley suit with bright bells jingling softly as he leapt in front of the knight, causing the knight to curl his tawny lips at the familiar annoying figure's approach.

"My duties do not tolerate jokes, jester. If you are not here by order of the king, return to the hall."