Prologue

Once upon a time, as the saying goes,

there wandered a Bull with a coat

as brilliant as the snow in sunshine and

subtle as a pearl shimmering in moonlight.

The creature was, some said, related to the Minotaur

skilled in the ways of mazes and hidden roads

and able,

when need was great,

to create a passage where none had been before.

So, my dears, if you have lost your way or find it blocked, you can always hold out a handful of oats and ask for aid.

For though he is a magical being, he has a Bull’s heart

and will respond nobly to a sincere offer of food,

and friendship.

But take heed,

for you must offer true friendship and nothing less.

If his path leads to danger, he may call upon you,

and your peril may be greater than you can imagine,

for he has enemies

and they are myriad.

His trespasses have threatened those who keep their secrets in shrouded places,

and he has offended those who view the

boundaries he crosses as sacrosanct.

But most of all, his freedom challenges those that seek dominion, for they are suspicious of his motives and jealous of his knowledge.

For you should know, my dears,

that knowledge is power.

And power creates its own enemies.