While they were hunting, there was a sudden noise coming through the trees. "My men must have found a boar. It's coming toward us. Beware its tusks! Said the Duchess. But when the trees parted, there was no wild boar. Rather, a black stallion came prancing and kicking before them. On its back rode a man, covered in twigs, leaves, and ivy. "I am the forest sprite!" the strange figure wearing a green mask with horns on top of his head shouted.