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.