No. He was not here to wreak revenge.
For revenge was trifling and hollow.
No. He was not here to retrieve his wife.
For his wife was not a thing to be retrieved.
No. He was not here to negotiate a truce.
For a truce suggested he wished to compromise.
The boy-king spurred his black al-Khamsa forward, its hooves kicking up a storm of dust and debris.
He was here to burn something to the ground.