“I’m the Keeper.”
Recognition flashes across his face and he bows his head in a brief nod. “My apologies, Keeper. I did not realize who you were. Even so you must return the relic to its rightful owner.”
I sort of wished he’d bent on one knee and called me “your majesty” or something but that doesn’t happen.
Source:
http://michellemiles.net/blog/2013/01/20/six-sentence-sunday-for-jan-20-2013/