The horsemen recover their treasure

The horsemen didn't shout, nay, the horsemen quietly snuck up to the town, murdered the guards, sneakily took the jewels and the royal saddles, the Golden bust of Bojack and made their way back out of the thick stone walls of the city. The citizens heard nothing out of the way but irregular clacking, not that it was any out of the way. In the morning they found the guards mysteriously dead, but nothing was missing, the royal family had slept quietly and nothing was suspicious, save for the two dozen guards who had passed away under mysterious circumstances.

After two decades of being looted around among the minor principalities, the bust of Bojack had made it back home. All that was needed was for the folks to gather the powerful wizards, with their random concoctions and their lengthy spells that were mostly for the show of it, to begin the rite of EshkEnte to summon the minor gods and compel them to put life back into the bust. It was looking good.