In the winter of that year, I passed through the town of Kulu. Because of the cold, I decided to stay for the winter to avoid the danger of continuing on the road. After staying for a long time, I became familiar with the proprietress of the hotel, Grete. On that night when the snowstorm hit, I stayed in the lobby on the first floor and had no intention of going upstairs to sleep. So I chatted with the proprietress. During the conversation and laughter, she told a story that I don't know whether it is true or not. The king in the story also praised his country as the swamp kingdom, so I named it as the title.
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