Gather round, gentle readers and I shall tell you a tale, a tale of love, of honor, and of unintended consequences. This tale has been passed through the ages, penned by the great Master Chuang, and has, through sheer good fortune survived and made its way to me, that I may make this story known to you, as you will one day make it known to others.
Master Chuang tells us that there was a time when the world was divided into three great kingdoms, ruled by Hu, the Lord of the North, Shu, Lord of the South, and the central land ruled by the wise and Benevolent Emperor Hun-Tun. Hun-Tun’s lands were so fertile and his people so happy and productive that he decided to throw a great feast for his friends, the Lords of the North and South.
Upon arrival they were so struck by the emperor’s generosity to his guests that they conspired between them.
“How can it be,” asked one “that such an extraordinary man was not even blessed with eyes or nose?”
“Well,” said the other “We must pay him back for this lavish feast somehow. Eyes and nose may be the only way for us to repay a man of such skill and resource.”
And so, each night of the lengthy festival, Hu and Shu would sneak into Hun-Tun’s sleeping quarters and bore one of the seven holes into his body that all men need to live.
On the seventh night, Hun-Tun died.
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