So, basically this is one of my contes moral as filmed in 1620. I've had a word with this d'Urfe chap and said we have to lose the odd few thousand pages from the script. Bit of a hard sell but shepherdesses and nymphs can set a few pulses racing, particularly with a bit of well placed decolletage, and the druids could bring in the Lord of the Rings crowd. Magic groves? A cinch after green rays and golden hours.