The post of the 4 hunters

It happened that King Garvan went riding one day, Because besides war he had another pastime he liked to pursue, and that was hunting. He had his own forest, which was teeming with game because his subjects always brought the freshest and healthiest game into this forest. Garvan hated nothing more than a prey that offered no resistance, that did not run fast but limped, or that, panic-stricken and frozen with fear, made an all too easy target. 

This time the hunt was to be for a wild sow, a sow so strong and large that it could uproot trees and break rocks with its tusks. This magnificent animal had not been herded into the forest by the subjects, but had found its way into Garvan's forest on its own, and the king was eager to kill it, for it was worthy of him. 

And so Garvan and his hunting party roamed the forest fora day and a night in search of the wild boar, But to no avail. The tracks were clear - fallen young trees, worn bark on the old oaks, deep furrows dug by heavy hooves and rough tusks - But there was no sign of the animal. That's when Garvan got angry, because while he loved it when the prey struggled, gave him a challenge, not being able to catch a glimpse of it displeased him greatly.

Just then the scouts spotted movement in the forest, and they were already hoping to come across the longed-for wild sow, when out of the thicket, in the pale light of the early morning, four men came leaping to the king's feet. Breathing heavily and wild-eyed, they immediately raised their bows and - what sacrilege! - they aimed in the direction of Garvan! And he, still angry and irritated by his botched hunt, wanted to reach for his sword and decapitate the four with just one blow, but he hesitated. Not because he felt pity for the sacrilegious, but because he was wise and immediately understood that it was not an ambush, not an attack. 

For behind him the wild boar shot out from among the trees with a ghastly roar, and rushed unerringly towards the king to …[unleserlich durch Knick/ Not readable]… Then the arrows of the four men detached themselves from the sinews of the bows and hissed through the air, and then they struck the sow so fiercely and precisely that she died instantly while still leaping and went down with a crash and lay dead at the feet of the king. 

It transpired afterwards that these four hardly knew why they had set out from their camp at this early hour - for they were not hunters, only warriors passing through - and that a call had led them to this corner of the forest, though they knew it was Garvan's forest. And yet, they did not stop until they broke out of the thicket at the right time and their arrows found their target. And Gaqvan thanked them by appointing them his personal hunters, giving them the tusks of the wild sow as a trophy and naming the entrance to his personal hunting forest after them.