But they were nonetheless consumed with a fire of loyalty, that paid no heed to years or age.

Golden brown syrup light pranced upon his melancholy face. The flickering was somewhat surreal.

From then on, the King would turkey slap one woman for the rest of his years. It was a bigger sacrifice than all he had made to the gods.

So he dreamt of the land of sunbeams; and thatwas a dream indeed!