Any revolt begins in tears and ends in blood. Oösram was the greatest general of the fortress of Goll-Garsëm, but he has betrayed his order and his king. Since then he is nothing. His beard has been cut off, his goods confiscated, his glory forgotten. He and his family are now Errants, working the earth, subject to the whims of the powerful. Over time, Oösram thinks he has mourned his old life, but can we deny what we have always been?