Old Hazram

At the third drop, the patrol's footsteps fell a beat off. Sixty years I've counted, and that gap wasn't there yesterday, nor the day before.

• IsmaThe patrol walked on the hour. Those footsteps were mine.
  Old HazramThat's exactly why it's strange, Captain.
• Grand Vizier KaisAn old man's ear makes no record.
  Old HazramAnd what makes no record gets no fixing either.

This water always runs out at the same mark. Sixty years watching, you'd think I'd be used to it. Lately it frightens me instead.

• DanilOld man, may I write that down?
  Old HazramWrite it. No need to write down that your hand's shaking, though.
• SelmaIf it frightens you, bring a lamp and come this way.