If it is true that the god's favorite stands at his right hand, in all that he does, what he sows, and what he blesses, if this is true, then hear the small and large footsteps, the trot and the stamping of feet on the ground! Wait until your eyes adjust to the darkness! And now? Can you see them? Can you see both? The cool, warm night breeze seeps through the bars of the chariot. A night in May. Arian is the captain. He steers the ship to the friends and to summer. The friends are a crowd of vagrants in ragged clothes. They have grown old; they no longer deserve pity or compassion.