I am no king and I am no lordAnd I am no soldier at-arms said he.Im none but a harper and a very poor harperThat am come hither to wed with ye.If you were a lord you should be my lordAnd the same if you were a thief said she.And if you are a harper you shall be my harperFor it makes no matter to me to meFor it makes no matter to me.But what if it prove that I am no harperThat I lied for your love most monstrouslyWhy then Ill teach you to play and singFor I dearly love a good harp said she.

We are raised to honor all the wrong explorers and discoverers - thieves planting flags murderers carrying crosses. Let us at last praise the colonizers of dreams.

Sing to me she said. That would be valiant to raise your voice in this dark lonely place and it will be useful as well. Sing to me sing loudly-drown out my dreams keep me from remembering whatever wants me to remember it. Sing to me my lord prince if it please you. It may not seem a heros task but I would be glad of it.

My son your ineptitude is so vast your incompetence so profound that I am certain you are inhabited by greater power than I have ever known. Unfortunately it seems to be working backward at the moment and even I can find no way to set it right. It must be that you are meant to find your own way to reach your power in time but frankly you should live so long as that will take you. Therefore I grant it that you shall not age from this day forth but will travel the world round and round eternally inefficient until at last you come to yourself and know what you are. Dont thank me. I tremble at your doom.

I think that love is stronger than habits or circumstances. I think it is possible to keep yourself for someone for a long time and still remember why you were waiting when she comes at last.... I would enter your sleep if I could and guard you there and slay the thing that hounds you as I would if it had the courage to face me in fair daylight. But I cannot come in unless you dream of me.