When men come to my castle, I offer them food, drink, and rest. When they go to sleep, they do not wake.
Sixteen years have passed and my castle is overflowing with sleeping men.
I wonder what would happen if a man came in and refused my offer to eat and drink? What if, instead, he asked me who I am, where I come from, and what has brought me here?
I don’t think he would survive it.