The stories that grow up around a king are strong vines with a fierce grip.

This night he was a king before he was a man. At this time, this troubled me. Later, I would have cause to wish it were always so.

David ran through concrete advantages. And then set aside the practical. The pragmatist was gone, replaced by the poet and mystic.

No one sits, as you do, so close to a king, who does not begin to grasp how the levers of power work, and the cost of the oil that must grease them.