In the early morning, or to be more precise, right before daybreak, the rain had stopped and the skies had just started to clear. The air became exceptionally fresh. A procession of carriages and a group of knights were advancing slowly on the deserted streets. The clatter of horse hooves played a light and soothing rhythm.
The early spring of Dulin had yet to arrive. The bleakness of the late winter seemed even more rampant. The milky white mist that arose from the center of the city brought with it waves of cold and humid air that filled the main streets and alleys, and even the pedestrians could not be seen! Only the wild dogs with their drooping heads and curled tails wandered on the pavements, greatly resembling the tramps that had nothing better to do.
