“At the height of winter, a great king sat with all his men and, seeing the famine of the cold months, held a feast. But at the feast, one of his knights thought it was wrong to lock out the idea of cold rather than confront it. So he sought to make a pact with the spirits of the season. He went above the head of the god of bargaining, he went to Time itself to request a change. Just an ordinary man. He traded places with the god for the winter, but it was all too much for him, and he found that things went much the same. He became so preoccupied with running the world that he forgot his original purpose there and was swallowed up by it.”