The radiant maids guided Babida the lumberjack accompanied by his aide-de-camp Baba through the long corridors of the imperial palace.
As they marched forward, the woodsman began to feel the weight of his soon-new charge.
He entered a deep daydream, for he suddenly had the impression that he was advancing alone to the ceremony's venue.
Everything around him ceased to exist. There was only him and the unknown in front of him.
A cold wind commenced blowing and fear took hold of his body. He trembled like a leaf and his five-kilogram axe was now too heavy for his frail right hand.
The solitary moment lasted till...
"My Commander!" A man whispered.
"My Commander!" The man repeated with more intensity in his tone.
"Yes?" replied Babida as he came back to himself with flurry eyes.
"That's His Majesty! You may bow." The man advised, astonished by the lumberjack's sudden trouble.
