How shall anyone understand the excitement with which we set fourth that darkest night. How indeed . Forgive I beg inadequacy. But say not, was without attempt. Thus old and decrepit as I was then, frail and wracked with pain, I embraced my dear pupil Angelino, that night as we sat together side by side on the bench of our wagon on the threshold of what was to be, and I knew it then, my last and greatest adventure. Escape to the Mosaic City, I would entitle it if title were necessary. I embraced that at that moment with a glorious and hereto unknown abandon. Could life be such? I thought after, as the first rays of grey sun slipped down again over the slate grey rooftops. Could it be unguarded there, in the Mosaic City? Prepare for disappointment, thought I.