He worn a gem-stud crown, a long lion tail drops from his slender figure, sitting high on the camel, elegant and majestic. In silence, he possessed an air of the elven princess in the Lord of the Rings, icy cold, when he calculates, he was like Vivian Lee coming to life with Cleopatra’s Crown of Hathor, in the Bernard Shaw’s play, cunning, psychotic and fragile.