Oh, that distinctive, signature tone and timbre of the author, her brilliant use of rhyme, rhythm, and meter taking the reader back to the days of feudal lords and barons in Medieval England, yet infusing it with the current, glorious, modern-day ethos of human rights, awareness, and respect for human dignity. The author introduces the subject thus - During the middle ages/around the early 1330s/in a land once dubbed as angled/A place with rolling hills, vast rivers, and night skies spangled, lived a tall and dashing nobleman named Lord Maximilianus of Selborne! He owned vast tracts of arable land, with mineral-rich soil and a rare type of flint, a luminous and glossy stone. On scenic meadows, grazed herds of well-fed cattle and flocks of sheep guarded by shepherds notorious for their prattle. Over rolling deserted lawns, lazed flocks of the gregarious, avis tarda, rumoured to have been loved by Lord Robert, the lord's great grandfather......