Ah. [Diarmuid got to a point that Cu Chulainn hadn't even really put to mind. He thought about the little rumors he heard in the crowd and things from the folks who had already been around. It was a lot to process for most, but in simplistic terms, he already knew what the standard was for everyone.
It was a draft. Folks were brought around and, one way or another, they were being asked to take part in a war that was foreign to them. It was an eccentric and very impractical way to send people to fight.]
I've only ever bowed to one man, before. [Even if he was kind of a jerk to his King, he loved him. Conchobor was scarcely someone anyone Lancer would want to consider to be 'one' of his lords. Conchobor was supposed to be the only lord and King he would ever have.]
Even if the old man and I had our spats, I'm not exactly interested in something like this. I'm sure it'd be fun, but--it seems like it'd be kinder if I let some other rough-spun kids make their own legends.
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It was a draft. Folks were brought around and, one way or another, they were being asked to take part in a war that was foreign to them. It was an eccentric and very impractical way to send people to fight.]
I've only ever bowed to one man, before. [Even if he was kind of a jerk to his King, he loved him. Conchobor was scarcely someone anyone Lancer would want to consider to be 'one' of his lords. Conchobor was supposed to be the only lord and King he would ever have.]
Even if the old man and I had our spats, I'm not exactly interested in something like this. I'm sure it'd be fun, but--it seems like it'd be kinder if I let some other rough-spun kids make their own legends.