Moto ran to the emperor and pledged his loyalty and allegiance till death. The emperor did not know what to do with him initially, but nonetheless sent him to the stables. Be the stable boy, he said to him. Moto gladly accepted it, he would have accepted anything the emperor had given him. Years passed with him in the stables. He practiced hard with his sword at night, when no one saw him. He was yearning for battle.
One day, it finally happened. His time under the sun. The rebel army had slain the emperors army and cornered him. The emperor bravely accepted his fate as he showed the fiery side of his blade to his enemies. Then a miracle happened, the stable boy came riding in and slaying the head of all the rebels, one by one. Their heads lay around the emperor as the blood poured in. Their blood is my tribute, said Moto. The emperor was too stunned to speak. What do you want? asked the emperor. A thousand deaths, replied Moto. You shall have it, the emperor granted him his wish!