"Ten goats like the black one?"

"No."

"Of course not. A thousand goats."

"No. The goatherd asked for the black goat to sicken and die."

"I grew up with the stories, old wordman, and found no point to war because we were in infant battles, the crumbs fallen off the heroes' table for us ants. I sobbed because I couldn't have been at Achilles's side. My ambition was poisoning me, but now I can see the throne is vacant. Have you ever seen a real hero?"

"How would you define a hero? I would say someone who is cheerful when there is no reason to be cheerful invites admiration."

"I wouldn't. Now to more important matters. Now your mouth can change history."

"Tell a story that is wanted and it will stick to ears like tar. Tales of bravery are so popular, because that's as close to bravery as most of us will ever get. But, what is praised everywhere but welcome nowhere?"   

"The truth?"