"By the time the next sun set the king had been reborn..."
     "...with all his limbs in place..."
     "But without a single biscuit in sight..."
     "Bwci -- "
     "Well, the first thing a man wants after slaying a beast of Chaos with his final breath is to have a biscuit..."
     "Where was I..."
     "He had washed up on shore..."
     "Oh that's right. Yes, the king had washed up on shore..."
     "Was coughed up, more like, Rhyddid..."
     "Belched up, I think, Bwci..."
     "Like a big belch bubble, yes, heaved from the very guts of the ocean..."
     "With little bits of seaweed tangled in his hair and wrapped around his legs..."
     "He looked like last night's dinner, to be sure..."
     "Bwci -- "
     "Well, he did, yeah? Like a slab of Welsh beef served on a plate of kelp!"
     "You know, it's been a fair spot since we've had a good plate of beef from Our Country, Bwci."
     "It has, indeed now, Rhyddid. You were saying?"
     "Oh oes, about the king. He was belched on shore, entangled in the lettuce of the sea and pushed up by the waves onto the sand. Well, he was lucky he came in with the evening tide, or he would have burned up for certain."
     "But his kingdom is the kingdom of the night ocean, the autumn and the winter. The blossoms of this world bloom only at dusk..."
     "Ah, so it does, Bwci. And the island itself was barely a rock before he landed. For as the king was gorged onto the shore from the sea's own belly, and though he lived, he was not conscious..."
     "And he dreamed fantastic dreams..."
     "Of chrysanthemums and orchids blooming in moonlight..."
     "Of twin rivers that run parallel down from the island's peak and into the ocean..."
     "Of a labyrinth that leads from the shore and through forests thick with blossoms and dead ends..."
     "And dragons carved upon every stepping stone and each and every cobble stone. East and West and North and South, of all the images of the creature ever known..."
     "And a palace..."
     "Coo, what a place that is, Rhyddid..."
     "Right you are, Bwci. The grandest palace he had ever dreamed, with pavillions and great bronze pillars that play music in the rain. And great golden doors to shine dark in the ever present moon."
     "And the building was white, pure as moonlight. With great basilicas and domes that look like puffy biscuits! I'm hungry, Rhyddid. Is the story almost over?"
     "Almost, Bwci. We just have the ending left. You know, the part where the king opens his eyes and takes a sudden breath..."
     "Oh oes, and water spilled from his mouth -- and the little fish that had taken shelter in his throat. It was scary, that beast of Chaos..."
     "And the water flowed from the mouth of the king and made two more streams, these flowing from his mouth to form flowered bathing pools and even pools for other spotted fish. And then down from the Chysanthemum Palace in regular waterfalls to the sculptured gardens below."
     "And do you know that he also has pillows just for you and I?"
     "Yes, Bwci, I know..."