Before and after dusk, a red sun climbed over the waist of Mazaro Mountain, and an affectionate silver-haired old woman in the Mazaro Mountain Farm on the mountain's waist brought out a pot of heated Snowflake Milk Wine.
After pouring a cup of wine for Old Kuru, she looked worriedly towards the hillside at a red figure sprinting with all his might, chasing the sunset like a legendary figure who races the sun, tirelessly running.
The new herdsman had been running for a whole day now, and it was clear that he was too exhausted to move his feet.
"Old man, aren't you being too harsh on the newcomer? By age, he's much younger than Ah Zad, don't wear him out, Helen will have a fit," inquired Granny Madan, Old Kuru's boss.
The couple from the Mazaro Mountain Ranch have known Helen for twenty years now, and since Helen brought this person, he must be someone she trusts.
