The windows at the inn near Flanger were wide open and cast a dim light. There was a child inside, in the stuffy yellow darkness there was fun - a certain wanderer treated everyone indiscriminately to dinner and wine - passing townspeople, merchants, wandering artisans and mendicant monks. Everyone had been drunk for a long time, some were screaming at the top of their lungs, some were trying to dance, some, hugging their neighbor like brothers, talked about their sorrowful lives. The hero of the unexpected holiday - a fragile, smiling young man in a new, very good travel attire - sat by the window, stroked the candle flame, letting it pass between his fingers, and watched with interest what was happening...