The boy walked in the garden, next to the queen. He dictated to her, as they surveyed the scene.
"Your children, I will harbor here. They'll be free to spin their webs, and collect the morning dew. But I'll have no widows near. Tell your poisonous sisters to avoid my nest. And the recluse should stay true to his name, if he knows what's best"
"Who are you?" she cried, "That you can command us so?"
And the boy replied, "I don't know."