Because not all the Knights will share the same fate after death.

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"There is a legend that fallen Knights return as great horses."

As Tristran lay dying in the dirt, bloodied and broken, he remembered Lancelot's words. He almost smiled as he thought of his brothers running free and wild across the wide plains of Home, exiled no longer, galloping to the Great Mother's heartbeat.

He would not join them, however. They could blanket his body with earth, but they could not hold him there, could not keep his soul from rising.

He would not crop at grass, would bear no Sarmatian sons to death and bloodshed. He would never be bound by the invisible pull of soil and stone. No man's slave, he would take to the skies, would watch from afar as the tides turned and the earth grew older.

As his sight faded and the noises of battle grew dim and far away, Tristran closed his eyes at last, and knew his fate.

Hawk.