I felt sorry for him at that moment. He only wanted what every man wanted—freedom from fear, a chance to… — Michael Moorcock

The problems for which I could find no solution in fact had no solution.

I stared at the water and saw the clouds reflected in it, saw them break to reveal the moon. It was the same moon I had known as John Daker. The same bland face could be made out staring down in contentment at the antics of the creatures of the planet it circled. How many disasters had that moon witnessed? How many foolish crusades? How many wars and battles and murders?

It’s getting late. I must return to my ship or my men will think I’ve drowned and be celebrating.