It is not the bloodletting that calls down power. It is the consenting.

I was a king and a king's heir and now I am a slave.

It is something, I thought, when a king can put a courtesan to the blush.

I thought, There goes my lord, whom I was born to follow. I have found a King. And, I said to myself, looking after him as he walked away, I will have him, if I die for it.