“To love where the king loves, to know what he hides, and to drink from the same cup with him.” This is precisely the prediction that the old witch Betty made to me, Simon Dal, a year before my birth in the memorable July 1647. The prediction began to come true when the proud look of the young Lady Kinton lit up with anger in response to the smile of another girl who was talking to me... But this happened 18 years later... Translation: Alexander Trachevsky