* chapter 10 the troubadours second song ive heard thine hair shines like the finest silk your kindness flows more pure than milk your face as smooth and white as porcelain yet i fear thine heart will neer be mine to win you are the moon , the sun and stars but alongside your venus , mine own countenance only jars i dream the dream that to your queen ill be king yet i dread you wont hear of the love i sing * chapter 11 grudo !