The Wanderer hovers over the world of Torlon. Moving from a knight to a peasant, from a peasant to an apprentice, from an apprentice to a clerk, from a clerk... In a word, penetrating invisibly into the lives of the inhabitants of the castle of Vaila'tun and the adjacent settlements, he looks at the events taking place through their eyes and reads their thoughts like a book. Meanwhile, events are developing with indomitable speed. The first outpost in the Borderland has already burned down, set on fire by red-haired forest savages who unraveled the cherished secret of getting fire. Already the young builder Hazit received permission from Rakli himself to build a huge kiln for firing clay stones. The former chief clerk of the castle has already paid for his knowledge of the forgery of chronicles. Already Rakli's son, Loklan, fled with his comrades in misfortune through the insurmountable rapids of the terrible Behema towards the unknown. A strange horseman is already prowling the Borderlands, driven by a thirst for revenge for his murdered father. The once-lost armor of the legendary hero of legends has already returned to his home. Much, very much has happened since that vindictive day when Wilfrid Greville, a textile merchant from medieval England, entered the world of Torlon, miraculously rising from his grave. But what else will happen! Winter is falling on Torlon...