Oduan woke up before the sun was visible over the horizon, when only a difuminated light tried to get across the fog that rose from the Thames. He walked out of the bed and get dressed in his hunting outfit. He walked down the stairs across the silent big house, each of his steps accompained by the cracks of the wodden stairway.
In the first floor he headed to the living room where the fireplace's ashes still conservated the heat of the past night and waited for his bbrother to arrive while reading, under the twiling light of a candle some parts of Shakespeare's Coriolanus