The evening was dry, hot and unbearable: Gilbert was completely out of breath, serving heavy glasses of beer and large snacks. Usually there were a little fewer guests, but the whole city wanted to celebrate the big holiday - the coronation of His Majesty. The celebration itself began a week ago and the boy could no longer feel his legs. He only slept a couple of hours at night and could barely remember who ordered what, but he still held on. He held on patiently and persistently, for the sake of a couple of tip coins and his father’s promise to give him his own horse. Gilbert was dodging work, reluctantly accepting new orders, but suddenly he saw a special figure... His legs carried him to the unusual guest, and the most helpful smile possible appeared on his lips. The figure was different from ordinary visitors: it was not even close to ordinary workers or peasants. "Hello... Can I help you?"