I had wanted a quietness. I don't know why at this time the need had come upon me. The coming of night or the turning and passing of the seasons changes which so evidently, undeniably, did mark the movement of time the awareness of which rippled over sentient mortal beings like brightness and shadows across a reflective pool were not the cause.  What significance had seasons, time, or even mortality for me, who possesesd neither lineage or land?
       Riders moved. That was the essence of them. They gave nothing to immortality nor to the building up of possessions and pride in village, estate, or densers those vast deep richly teeming settlements which marked this planet.