This tribe of warriors was going to war with another tribe the following day and the Shan was rallying his troops for the upcoming battle.

That evening, he took his armsman into confidence.

"My dear friend and confidante, I must tell you something. Of late, I have been afflicted by these strange seizures. I become paralyzed and cannot move. I need you to help me if one should seize me during the battle tomorrow. I need you to give me this potion which will stop the seizure so I can continue to lead our men to victory." and he handed his armsman a flask.

The next day, sure enough, in the middle of the battle, with swords hacking and arrows flying, the Shan is struck by a seizure. His faithful armsman fights his way to his master's side and stops to administer the potion to the fallen Shan.

Suddenly, he is struck by several arrows and hacked apart by enemy footmen.

The moral of the story is...

Hang back when the fit hits the Shan...