The Storyteller1987

King:
Come on, come on, come on, can't we go any faster?

Ferryman:
Oh, yes, sir, there is a way...

[gestures for the king to take over the ore]

The Storyteller:
Take it, he says, take it, take it... So if you come one day to a lake and there's an island and a ferry goes back and forth rowed by an old sad man, turn around. Griffins live there, you may never get off the boat. For the ferryman was once a wicked king who ignored a prophesy, whose heart was cruel. And nature, my dears, is a wize woman who pays us back, tit for tat.