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Known and known the chemical ingenuity and crystalline genius of his Host and current King, doth Roland come a’fore this welcoming feast--- touch’d in his heart of the thudding breast of flattery, yea, of True compliment granted by the Hierarchy of Faery--- and doth he consume greens and fruits Only. With his hands afforded the silver utensils, his elbows unshorn, and leant forward in a passion of the Spirit, confirms he, thus:
“Yea, King.” And doth he nod firmly. “To accept and afford thy Tithe and gentility, and as thou hast welcomed me with opened Arm. ‘Tis within the Ability of thy personal Power,” explains he, and a dimpling smile is Roland’s offered Palm. “And to spread thy Third Eye onto the Whole of the swirling Galaxies, if thou shouldst wish for thus.”


















