Heris walked for one thousand days and one thousand nights, dragging behind him a prize twice his size, enveloped in a sail from his ship which now lay abandoned on a forgotten beach somewhere leagues behind him.
On the morning of the one thousand and first day, he reached a little hill he recognized, though only vaguely. He climbed it, still dragging his trophy behind him. Once on its crest, he found, on the hill’s…
