In other eyes we may have been riders, set out against the world. But this wasn't mythic; just two needing to unset a wrong.
It wasn't Anglac Axebearer by my side or even Mousk, rather it was Lucerne. This shieldman untested I, Aloysius, grumbled doubt. Fail or Fight either was fine, uncertainty was a worry. Lucerne's cause was another, we sought Haddibaugh that was simple. Often I found myself in his schemes but Lucerne; why?
Time proved me both wrong and right on Lucerne. He would work himself up a hero to some other lost soul; and finally be bound to play the role. He would be wild and lash out mad not measured. It would go unwell but perhaps we would win.