As dictated to Tutor Riparius by Fa-Nuit-Hen The Baron Who Moves Like Heat Lightning! Can you not picture him in your mind? He arcs from one cloud to another, following no predictable path, going where he will at a speed no eye can follow! There! Like that! But no: I'm fooling myself. Those are only words, a recollection of a description of a vision. The vision itself... is lost to me. Intellectually, I know where and how we fought, who we defeated and when, but the memory of the actual events is foggy, slipping away into the dusk of the forgotten past.