what tena-rec, I have no idea......
as to the Butler and Mamya:
Like the touch of rain Mamya was
On Castle ABer's flesh and hair and eyes
When the joy of walking out thus
Has taken LieInKing by surprise:
With the love of the storm the Butler burns,
He purrs, he laughs, well I know how,
But forgets when he returns
As we shall not forget Mamya 'Go now'.
Those two words shut a Portcullis door
Between them and the blessed icy rain
That was never shut before
and will not open again
Not sure that this is really true as the Croc has the key tonight.