Gwenc'hlan... My master, the one to whom all my thoughts turn now, at the hour when I look forward to joining him in the other world, there, beyond the mist... We, Druids, thought that writing should not freeze our sciences, that we should teach them by the word and not by the ink. But came the dusk of the Druids, and now that many of us have converted to the religion of the one god and the others have disappeared, we must teach in writing what will be lost for lack of mouth to initiate... it therefore seems highly commendable that those who remain, and of which I am a part, transcribe our memory on this paper, so fleeting, but which remains on this day our only opportunity to endure through the times to come... My memories embrace my heart, change into tears and my tears mingle with ink... Gwenc'hlan... My master...