It was early morning when they arrived, Father and son. About six o’clock, shortly after sunrise, the hour when the guardians of the earth change stations. The protectors of the night fly to their dark sleeping places, while the great serpent awakes to greet the sun. Fearsome as he uncoils his muscular body, he is the gentlest of creatures, treating even those who tread upon the Prince’s flowers to little more than a cleaning with his forked tongue while the wrongdoers are held in a firm and scaly embrace.
Father and sun enter the city. They have a letter to deliver to the Prince.