The Hunter

 

“I have no intentions,” said the hunter with a smile and, to make up 
for his mocking tone, laid a hand on the burgomaster’s knee. 
“I am here. I don’t know any more than that. There’s nothing more I can do. 
My boat is without a helm—it journeys with the wind which blows in the
deepest regions of death.
                                                                                      The Hunter Gracchus