The sun sets, and the road becomes calmer, less transients come on your way and the voices of people give way to the barks of one or other dog or the sounds of chart wheels furrowing the earth. A man, tall, robust and with a big beard,comes towards your direction, mounted on a splendind horse.

Well travelelr, is this the shortest road to Antiochia?

You doesn´t answer. The horseman frowns.

My name is Philaretos Brachamios and I´m on an important mission. Are you going to help me, stranger?