“The gate was not ready,” Beldziant replied.
But the gate had no door. Only an arch into darkness. beldziant i dangaus vartus
Beldziant had grown old. His back ached, his sight blurred at dusk, and his only companion was a lame dog, Kregždė. The village children whispered that Beldziant spoke to the wind, and the wind answered in creaks and groans. What they did not know was that he had once promised his dying wife, Rasa: “I will build you a gate so true that no sorrow will pass through it.” “The gate was not ready,” Beldziant replied