[/me applauds Garran. (Sorry, Phaedrus, I don't want to piss off my muse. ) I like... 'the mad prophet Yamiko'... Tasty... ]

With a black ribbon bound,
holding up, or letting down:
she will not wear a crown,
but by these signs be found.

Know ye this book,
lest your soul by her be took:
prepare the wombat feast,
all of ye, from most to least.

-- from Yamiko's Translator's Notes


[ October 25, 2001: Message edited by: Quinn ]

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