My father isn’t ready to give the throne to any of his sons. Instead he sends us away on quests for things are more and more impossible to find. I don’t protest. It’s a waste of breath. And besides, I’m too well-bred.
The funny thing is, I enjoy the quests. I went on a search for a beautiful little dog, and found myself in the company of a cat who was so extraordinary I almost forgot that I meant to find a dog.