Introduction

Whether or not I am a worthy chronicler will now be truly tested. Such is so. By my own choice I am determined to write in this strange language from the world down the well a Gwer drollek story from a time one thousand bar years gone. Gwer drollek are the best stories, the most important and beloved told by the bendo dreen, the bramble dwarves. I myself was once so such a bendo dreen. Now I am Harick, Bekka Ja, lavender witch. In addition, too, I remain Chronicler of the Boad, All Fidd and Leee Combined. As so such, I have written many of my own adventures. Those neat stacks of oat parchment pages are safely tucked in my spearmint cupboard across the room from where I sit here in my edible cottage. Now I choose to relate a tale from a thousand bar year distance in the ago that I myself had no part in. How could I? I was yet an eon from existence. Well, truth, I could have. I traveled through time once to perform a needed task. Had I not performed it, the story I am about to tell would not have happened. That is truly so. But the very only one special occasion of my journey back in time landed me two generations before the story I am about to tell if and when I can stop this rambling babble my quill keeps scratching out in purple ink across the page. Let me step aside and allow to be revealed how Nimble Missst, Princess of Cloud Castle City, became Quen Nim of the Boad, All Fidd and Leee Combined. I submit now to the test, a story containing no trace of me.

Bekka Ja Harick

Third Chronicler of the Boad,

All Fidd and Leee Combined