Here at the quiet limit of the world. - Alfred Tennyson

They served their use, their time; for every knight
Believed himself a greater than himself,
And every follower eyed him as a God;
Till he, being lifted up beyond himself,
Did mightier deeds than elsewise he had done,
And so the realm was made; but then their vows — First mainly through that sullying of our Queen — Began to gall the knighthood, asking whence
Had Arthur right to bind them to himself?

Follow the deer? Follow the Christ the King. Live pure, speak true,right wrong, Follow the King — Else, wherefore born?

Volver mi corazón de piedra, mi rostro de acero,
Engañar y ser engañada, y morir, ¿quién sabe?
Somos cenizas y polvo