Copiously disappointed by "The night of the times" as I was commenting on Amazon.com, I promised myself to immerse myself in "The Enchanter," that more than fifteen years after its discovery. "The enchanting" are two powerful magic that combine, intertwine, fit together: the epic of the Round Table, and the art of Barjavel. And the spell was. René Barjavel uses his mastery of wonderful romantic and his consummate art of the French language to dawdle through the symbolic maelstrom that forms the Holy Grail. Barjavel adjusts all in a sleek writing to the extreme that door and takes the reader along the paths of daydreaming, poetry and humor. Purity, simplicity and efficiency of the turn, Barjavel visit the pantheon of great. And the spell was. All possible variations of filial love, platonic, pure, sensual, fraternal, evil, blind, or courteous arise obstacle to conquer the Grail, must for that Christianity moved into the world of the West. The legend is no shortage of protagonists to unwind the breadcrumb gators: Galahad the pure, loving Queen Guinevere, King Arthur, the lady of the lake Viviane, Morgane the black soul, the knight Lancelot sinner, God, Satan ... In electing Merlin, born of love Devil and a mortal, last legate of a religion where the gods breathe to the rhythm of nature and humanity, Barjavel delves into the true roots of the three Britains, the Britain mother of Ireland, Great (Britain) and the (small) ... where Britain joined the lines possible and the infinite ... and the spell was. If the Broceliande forest and Stonehenge are not those magical places that you retell dreams and enchantments, you still have a therapy, sovereign and royal: "The enchanting". And charm will.