I'm not familiar with your quaint Canuckistani units of measure. Does relocating 500km away mean you have to scoot your chair slightly to the left, or does it mean you're moving to Neptune?

God. What a Banyak . . .

I was sworn to secrecy.

A glove was suspended / Spacious and wondrous, in art-fetters fastened, / Which was fashioned entirely by touch of the craftman / From the dragon’s skin by the devil’s devices: / He down in its depths would do me unsadly / One among many, deed-doer raging, / Though sinless he saw me; not so could it happen / When I in my anger upright did stand.