The night when the moon alone above the sky, the Blue Knight fell once more in slumber deep at the circle of stones. In the dark the stones came a figure. This night a man, bow and quiver at his back stood to his feet. He said,
The world will war until all truths are clear to clear minds, see it yourself.
The Blue Knight dreamed that he came, unarmed, above a field of conflict most mortal in which great armies clashed upon a plain. Men and women fought, deadly weapons in hand, whilst great engines of destruction rained rock and fire upon their heads. Phalanxes of fast cavalry, in hard bright armour, cut bloody swathes through ranks there, and arrows, with number many, dark the sky, striking terrible wound and death below. The ground was washed crimson.
In his dream, he stood up high and spoke across the airs some words of a language that he knew not the meanings. In that instant, all the fighting was to cease, the soldiers of countless armies lay their arms to their side, weapons lying idle in each grip and turned their face to him. Raising his hands, he showed them empty of weapons and made the multitude to take a pause. When he walked to them, they became farther away, and he could not come to them even as he must try. His legs wove strange patterns upon the rock so that he could not take a step clear and the breath in his body streamed out his ears so that he had none to speak. The armies, now far in the distance, still looked to him for their salvation, so clouds of birds came flying between himself and them, that he could see no more clear.
Now great armoured captains and generals of war came and stood about him, towering o’er him as tall as trees and wide as a house, to block the light so that he must drown in the darkness. His hands he lifted up to show and as he did, so a light came from his hands and smote the captains there with great rays of bright that pushed them away and made them to shrink down to the size of cats. When the cats had run away, he felt that he must act freely.
The Blue Knight dreamed that he was a minstrel to play music, a poet to write some verse, a scribe to draw a picture, a teacher to deliver some wisdom, A jester to bring some merriment, a farmer to feed, an acrobat to make some dance, a parent to care for children or a ruler to guide his people. But in each one he came not near enough and the armies looked away once more to their captains and resumed their battles.
When the Blue Knight awoke, he took some small food and drink and tended to his horse Prosek who was content, tethered to a small bush nearby.
The Guardians of the Cave 