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.
