Now, he could almost laugh when he thought of Legat.
But underneath, a stronger conflict plagued him. Because, again, it was his destiny to go forth to battle ... to lead good men, good friends, to die for the cause of the raider worlds, and loyalty.
Frowning, he thought of Wassreck and of Womar ... the giant robots. Of Ungo and Ylana.
As for himself, how long could his luck hold? When, at long last, would fate decide to down him?
Shrugging, he veered his course in the direction of a massive marker pylon. What did it matter, when he fell? As Legat had said, death came to all raiders.
For now, it was enough that he should carve his way and do his duty.
Beside him, Sais asked, "How far is it, Jarl? I—I'm so tired."
"Only a little way. Just beyond the pylon." He put his arm about her.
"I'm glad...." She leaned upon him.
Jarl veered again. They rounded the corner of the marker.