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Chapter I - In which Herrol is greatly praised for his feat
"That was...beautiful," said the sword.

The stables were, at long last, clean. The Sun Person and the sword could do nothing more than to watch, dumbfounded and mesmerized as, with a determined, slightly vacant stare, Herrol cleaned the stables as only he could. In a manner that would leave even the greatest of wizards feeling powerless and inferior, against such a display of raw Might and refined Grace. But now the deed was done, and they showered Herrol with praise.

"I must agree...you cleaned this stable like...like...Oh, by the Gods! Never before now has such a magnificence been on display!" said the Sun Person.

"Such grace! Such splendour! If I had anything even vaguely resembling tear ducts I would be crying of joy right now," said the sword.

"All of the amazing works of my noble race pale in comparison to what you just did. For aeons the Sun People will sing hymns remembering the great feat accomplished here!" said the Sun Person.

The horses whined in visible glee. Truly, happier horses are unknown in all the rich History of the Cosmos.

"Do not praise me, my fellows. I did nothing but my job. This gift was granted to me by the Gods and it would be a sin not to exercise it to the fullest of my capabilities and my Will," said Herrol, lordly towering over the mere mortality of the Sun Person.

"Truly only those who have witnessed this act of supreme Might can even begin to comprehend your stupendous Destiny," said the Sun Person.

"I knew you were really worthy of being the protagonist of the Greatest Story of All Time," said the sword.

Tears in the eyes, the Sun Person elegantly bowed in front of Herrol's undeniable superiority.

"Okay, this is getting boring. Mathias, what do you think we should be doing next?" Herrol asked the sword, exasperated.