Is There a Presence About Thee That Makes Me Err?

There is a presence about thee that makes me er, that puts a dread upon me. And then again, i feel drawn to thee by a strong, strange sense. As the persian says, one planet is drawn towards another. I have been of many qualities in my time, sir, so i guessed. And something tells me we shall see more of one another. It was most probable for the white haired seneschal,. entreating, imploring amid a surging, unruly mass of porters, cooks and scullions while heaps of provats of vats of wine and horses littered all the rearward avenues. But i looked at these things like many little country