Asin turns towards the sound. The men and women in the square have stopped their sell and buy and they are all drawn to the beautiful sound of the oud, walking towards the man playing it on a small platform in the middle of the square and circling around him. Asin walks among them hearing the children excitedly say, “Traveller is here!” What a familiar term! A Traveller! Someone who has travelled around the world! What is he doing here in the middle of the Oxan market? And after sixteen years? Asin jumps over the counter of a man selling shark and flounder leather and makes her way to the platform to see the Traveller.

Narivan hasn’t changed much in these years. He stands there with his broad shoulders that, unlike the sea men, he covers with a wide turban. He does have some grey hair in his long braids and his stubble beard and a few wrinkles on his forehead. Asin feels so glad to see Narivan again at first but then drowns in a deep sorrow. She had thought all these years that Narivan and her brothers were dead, having given up on them in despair. Narivan finishes his song and lowers his instrument. People start throwing coin in a wooden box by the platform, cheering. He looks at the crowd, not seeming happy for the applause of the Oxan audience. He looks indifferent and weary. Until he finally sees Asin standing in the crowd. His eyes pause on her for a moment and then he hurriedly gets down from the platform. People want him to play more songs and tell them the tales from his travels. But Narivan steps toward Asin, ignoring them. The men and women curse him as they empty the wooden box, taking back their coins and quickly scattering in the market. Asin peeks at the Saviour stand before Narivan reaches her. She sees Tirad handing a large bottle of water to Dalia, standing in front of her saying goodbye as if he is going away forever. He quickly leaves the market. Narivan puts his hands on Asin’s shoulder. He starts talking in a language that probably no one else in the market except for Asin understands.