There's a magic war going on, and Death, War, Pestilence, and Famine stopped off at a tavern on their way.
The horses of War, Pestilence, and Famine were stolen.
They want to hitch a ride with Death and he told them no.
"It's going to look pretty good, then, isn't it," said War testily, "the One Horseman and the Three Pedestrians of the Apocralypse."
The Three Pedestrians