Assemble Me Blindfolded

Let it be known that my coat of arms have stood across from the lords of Cambridge.

Once shown, it will set off alarms, causing me to change name, residence, and language.

My scholarship is drawn from wilderness bordered by steep mountainous ranges.

I've been nestled in the bosom of peace, but as of late have undergone profound changes.

The constellations spiral spectacularly inside of my newly opened eyes.

With one blink, I reversed their celestial spin much to my amazement and surprise.

Unveil me a secret by the way of an unexpected kindness or small favor.

A damsel of fine breeding will scream without harm, so you can work up the nerve to save her.

I have wisdom to conferred without the romanticism of tattered ancient parchment.

Without a holy pilgrimage, you may receive my doctrine in the comfort of your apartment.

Can you see the dust kicked up from a brotherhood of timeless horsemen?

Gallop with valiant riders who shuck off schedule before their good graces coarsen.

The less you know about me, the better you will be able to hear me.

Discard any sentimental notes playing from my affliction; they will only make you teary.