Answer:
It is the great nemesis of the lactose intolerant.
You must keep this thing. Its loss will affect your brothers. For once yours is lost, it will soon be lost by others.
You saw me where I never was and where I could not be. And yet within that very place, my face you often see.
A slow, solemn square-dance of warriors feinting. One by one they fall, warriors fainting, thirty-two on sixty-four.
I am round as a bowl, deep as a tub, but all the world's water couldn't fill me up.
Black we are and much admired. Many seek us if they are tired. We tire the horse, and comfort man, and turn White when we've fulfilled your plan.