On a steed as black as night, a lone soul rides out from the vaulted walls of the citadel to which he is assigned. Onward into the mist of the coming morning he rides. The heart of the horse and rider race in time with one another, onward the rider goes. Jumping over ditches instead of following well known roads, the message of such an urgent nature must get through. Beyond fields filled with herds of sheep and swine that have been released from their pens, on goes the rider into the coming dawn. Driving the steed until it's heart might break, through blurry eyes the messenger goes on. Finally the camp fires are seen on the line, as the rider approaches the sentry, the sign is given and passage is allowed quickly. As the rider jumps from the exhausted steed covered in a white froth from galloping across rough land, with legs numbed by the ride, the messenger collapses before the captain, with message in hand. Tearing the envelope asunder the young captain sees the news, to him a son has been born. With rejoicing he is elated as the messenger fades away.