There may have been some residual confusion regarding “tonight we ride.” Here’s the deal. We assemble. I ride lead. My minions mount. Our dogs assemble nearby; they know we’re going. Each minion has one of our cats on saddle. The whip cracks and so we go. The moon is favorable. As we gain speed in the crisp night air we travel as one. A foolish tribe imagines they can raid our caravan and ride nearby attempting to gain control. Our dogs nip at their heels. As they draw body close each minion throws his cat onto an enemy rider to claw his neck and face. When they are brushed off they fall to the ground and one of our dogs pauses so his cat can mount his back and continue. The enemy is rather pitiful. We could sword them yet it is more efficient to beat them with the sticks we carry. Our sticks are larger than theirs. They retreat in fear, having been taught a valuable lesson. When we then establish our night camp we fire up meat. We laugh and bust each other with bad jokes. Our dogs and cats get their due. We drink the mead until the fire is nigh on dead and then retire. My dog and cat come and rest close to me in my tent. Life is good.