In the misty early morning, the autumn rain was as fine as silk.

In the depth of Maplewood Valley, 74 shadowy figures flew past in a blink of an eye.

After having gotten out of the wood, they divided into seven groups with six groups of twelve while the seventh only having two and went forward in different directions.

Out of the wood, horses were ready. Everyone mounted his horse and rode off at a gallop. Soon, they disappeared out of Maplewood ...