Lucanii

Butch puts it simply – romantically enough.

“We must be like the wolves of old,” he tells Thierry. – And in so doing draws an analogy with his beloved Lucania.

What is Lucania you may well ask if not for Butch some kind of fantastic Arden?

Falls under the protection of the ancient Lucanii whose very ghosts stir in the howling wolves, talking trees, fairies and little people, brigands good and bad. - The Lucanii understand were the last tribe to be subjugated and brought under the Pax Romana. They hid themselves away in the woods and left the filthy Reichers to flounder around like Sherwood’s men. – If it wasn’t coincidentally for the Lucanii chilli sausage the Romans would never have been able to march, would have been damned with eternal constipation.