Sarakina is dreaming. Her dreams, like those of every lassie are a mirror
image of her still unrealized visions. To them, even when awake, she does not
dare own up. Three falcons - three lads are striving in rivalry to win her
love. One of them gives her a flower, the other one presents her with a ring,
and the third one - he fondles her with his wing. It is precisely him that
her choice falls upon. Sarakina opens her eyes. Hovering way above her in the
sky are indeed three falcons.
