Power Is A Trick. It Lies Where

Different Roads Sometimes Lead To The Same Castle.

His Cloak Was His Crowning Glory; Sable, Thick And Black And Soft As Sin.

Has My Tale Turned You Speechless? Come, Curse Me Or Kiss Me Or Call Me A Liar. Something.

He Who Hurries Through Life Hurries To His Grave.

An Admiral Without Ships, A Hand Without Fingers, In Service Of A King Without A Throne. Is This A Knight Who Comes Before Us, Or The Answer To A Child's Riddle?