Once upon a time in a far-off land long long ago, there lived a handsome Prince and a beautiful Princess. Growing up in neighboring Kingdoms, the pair were inseparable, and when they came of age they wanted to marry and live happily ever after.

The Prince’s father agreed to the marriage, but the Princess’s mother had doubts. “Is he worthy of you?” she asked her daughter.

“He loves me,” Princess Emma replied, “and I love him. What else matters?”

“But is he worthy?” the Queen repeated. “Will he give you a child?”

“I’m sure he will,” the Princess responded.

“I will allow the marriage on one condition,” the Queen told her daughter.

“What’s that?” Emma asked.

The Queen presented her daughter with a vase. “Your Prince, to prove his worthiness, to show that he can provide you with child, must fill this vase with his seed.”

It was a large vase, coming up nearly to the Emma’s belly button, but she had no worries, for she’d witnessed firsthand the volume of seed the Prince could produce. She estimated from her experience that Prince Mat could serve up sufficient seed to fill the vase in three seatings, and he could accomplish that in single night and be done long before dawn, with reserves enough for a fourth go, should it, in some unlikely event, be necessary.