Karlova and Margoth had been enemies for centuries-and now they were about to join in peaceful alliance through the marriage of Princess Mary and Prince Boris. But the Rider, the most successful highwayman ever to plague the two countries, secretly became part of the royal wedding plans. From then on, nothing went according to schedule. Who was this mysterious brigand? What could he gain by sabotaging the two nations’ only chance for peace? Where a dirt road leaves the old Roman road just within the foothills, the Crown Prince Boris of Karlova entered the gloomy precincts of the wood. He rode slowly, as a walk was the only gait possible along the black and winding path. He had covered perhaps half the distance between the Roman road and Peter’s inn when a figure loomed suddenly ahead of him-a tall man, the upper half of his face hidden beneath a black mask, upon a large horse blocking the way. “Who the devil are you?” he grinned as he pointed the barrel of his villainous revolver straight at the Prince’s breast….