Even your own name can turn into a curse if you find yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time, which for Sergeant Duzan was the tiny principality of Sigasa. Here he was challenged to a duel, hit on the head with a cobblestone, and then with the news: they say, the ruler’s chair can’t wait for the guy to place his... person on it. And try to refuse, when his every step is watched by powerful celestials and treacherous inhabitants of the lower world, who not only dream that he would quickly break his neck, but also contribute to this in every possible way. How can this promise be fulfilled in this situation? At least survive here...