So I was feeling fine when the girl arrived at my door and said there were men coming, with a great chest, and all for me. A gift from a lover, surely, she said, from some great prince. But I knew only one great prince and surely he sent gifts to no woman, and me least of all. I thought it more likely to be some curious delivery. It would not be the first time: a year before, a man sent me the jaw of a huge sea monster and asked if it was genuine. I told him it was, though honestly I did not know. If so, I shall never swim in the ocean again—the thing was vast enough that I might stand inside its mouth.