Behold, gentle reader, thou who wanderest unwitting into the wood and its glade. A forest of Brittany, the furthest of all, where-so the tale is told-a portal yawneth that leadeth unto other gates; for in that land, land of enchantment, is spoken the Tongue of the Fair Folk, and the troubadours (and poets of the Medieval-Modern) do serve as heralds and messengers betwixt that realm of glamour and our work-a-day world.Forewarned, abide.Jean de BressonScriptorium of Mont-Saint-Michel Basse-Normandie