“Pint didn’t understand why this dream, repeating itself in every detail with frightening consistency, bothered him so much. What made him wake up? What was scary about this picture without beginning and end? Why were these few pages haunting him, as if taken out of a Walter Scott novel? Did he care about the fate of the apostate? Didn't he know that this was the last dawn in the life of the unknown knight? Didn’t he know that the impudent detractor of the Almighty would not live to see sunset? No, he was not at all affected by the fate of the former crusader. It was just that this dream disturbed him, that's all. Five years have passed since the day Pint left Mountain Valley. Five whole years. No matter how hard he tried, he could not find either Tambovtsev or the mother and son of the Bazhenovs, he never saw Lena Vorontsova again and never returned to this small town marked by a curse...”