A FEY FORETELING When the last harp song is sung. only then will this thing be truly finished. Thus spoke Gabriel de Marillec in the days before his binding to a woman he did not love. A woman who, in her turn, despised him. And while none of those who heard his words claimed to understand their meaning, deeming the speaker mad, drunk or merely heart-sore, they were to prove hauntingly prophetic. Long though it would be in coming, the sun would indeed rise and set on such a day. A midsummer's day that would bring fifteen years of conflict and bitterness between Row ne and Ranulf, Juli ne and Guy, to its rightful conclusion. The day when finally all truths would be revealed, honour upheld, justice restored, and lovers at last united within the gossamer light of moon and stars.