a prince and the son of a noblemanone for six french swordsand one for six barbary horseswielded foils in their gauntletsfor the copper blondedaughter of the house of fugger wielda goose feathernightly dip the quill in the inkwellbetween the folds in the parchment writethe east shinesand radiant are theseas and the continents thatso briefly face Continue reading