Old King Herbert had been lying in bed for days, breathing with difficulty and in pain.
"Master, master, how are you?" his worried subjects and servants asked.
"Ah, ah...", would be heard instead of an answer.
"Master, master, are you better today?" they would ask again the next morning.
"Oh, oh...", he continued to groan, too weak to utter even a word.
As soon as the messengers brought word of the King's illness, the famous healer and wizard Magnus Occultus set sail from his far-off, misty island, bursting into the King's room the very same day.