The windows in the inn near Flanger were open wide and emitted a dim light. Inside there was a child, in a stuffy yellow mist there was fun - a certain wanderer treated everyone with dinner and wine indiscriminately - passing citizens, merchants, wandering artisans and begging monks . Everyone was drunk for a long time, yelling at someone, someone tried to dance, someone, fraternally hugging a neighbor, talked about his sorrowful life. The culprit of the unexpected holiday - a fragile, smiling young man in a new, very good road clothes - sat at the window, stroked the candle flame, letting it between his fingers, and followed with interest what was happening...