The stately walk of the Perwendike is unlike that of man who struts about the blooming world, a master over all, with a few less feet than what he rules. Upon two wobbly, jointed sticks he runs, and that is counted fair. Upon two unsure knees which bend, and he lord of creation. Yet the Perwendike, unlike them all, is better suited king. For if two feet make man stand taller than that which be grander still, then one footed Perwendike is master of his master. And master more, unbending leg, he does not walk at all but always stands.
He bends not, nor moves, but towers mightier than might. Yet cruel man’s counted king who runs and dances underneath.
Tale Told 