I gave him every impossible task I could think of, and he accomplished every one. How did he do it? I’ll be damned if I know how he made a flying ship, or how he fetched healing water from the ends of the earth. How did he eat and drink so much? How did he survive a red hot room and raise an army overnight?
I can’t fathom it. But when I wake to the sound of bugles and drums, and I open the window to gleaming lances and armor glittering in the morning sun, I have to say, I am powerless in comparison with this man.