Introducing The Mahj Madame . . . neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night will keep her from her game! Adaptation of The Highwayman poem reads: The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees. The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas. The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, When the Mahj Madame came striding—Striding—striding— The Mahj Madame came striding, up to the gaming door.