Ah, fair maiden, I sit astride my noble steed in the mist shrouded glen and peer at the tower for a glimpse of thy lovely form moving past the lighted window. I shall wait until thou grace me with a glance from those piercing eyes and I shall know that thou art well, fair one. Not till then shall I go on my weary way for no quest shall I pursue till I know that the princess fairs well. For such is the nature of knights and such is the heart of the French Knight.
-Seen it all, done it all, can't remember most of it-