Once upon a time, A petty noble and his company of men, insulted a river as they were hunting. The river, being magical, cursed them all to 40 years of ceaseless, changeless riding, their youth suspended so they could all feel the full measure of the river's punishment.
They rode; through towns, trackless wastes, even under the sea, sometimes mad, sometimes violent, sometimes snatching women up and raping and killing them on horseback.
Over 40 years of ceaseless riding, they had lost and regained themselves several times over, eyes gleaming with slick oil, demonic eyes, as often sad, grim, eyes that had seen a thousand battles.
The Japanese called them 地獄のライダー
The Hell Riders.
When the curse lifted, they had been riding through fields of wheat. It was late summer.
What a terrible sight it must have been.
To see a company of men,
abandon their mad horses,
plunge into the golden wheat,
cry like broken children.
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