The night later in the dark, the Blue knight fell to sleeping though he knew it not, in his sleeping eye a man made of stone came close and he was afraid like a child. The stone spoke to him saying. This is the dream of a child who will become a man.
In the dream the Blue Knight was a child walking far away from home by himself into a wood, he went to search for the things that children need. He found many things, a stone that was white and smooth, a root like a dog, some leaves that were only the lines of a leaf when all else is gone, a stream that is come out of a hole in the ground, a rock that is the size of a house with a cave for crawling, three berries that you must not eat, a passing knight on horseback from whom you must hide, a spirit who lives in some reeds by a pond there and in a tree that came he found a mighty war sword that was in a bough held for him to find.
The child that he was yearned with all his being to grasp the sword because, in his youth, if he could grasp the great sword he would become a man in that moment. He standing, toes on the forest floor, could not reach. To pull a dead log by was hard but yet he could not reach, so must he to climb upwards. First to a small branch in his hand, again a branch and his feet coming up, many times, to the strong bough in which the sword was caught. Then, so slow, along the bough, so scared and yet so driven to take up this great weapon, that now a man, he would strike down the bad people who he knew not and be the best kind of man, or so he imagined. To touch the hilt of the sword and grab and fall to the floor, a man with weapons.
Now into this dream came a foolish mailed knight in full armour, his weapons ready for the fray and said to the boy. You must be a valiant knight to hold here such a wondrous weapon, I must do battle with you to shew that I am the greater. The boy asked. Are you a bad knight or a good knight? But the answer came none other than a raised sword and a rushing attack. The boy brought up his sword but to defend and in melee he found that he had cut the mailed knight in two who lay on the ground in pieces.
Is this to be a great man. The boy spoke out loud. Then if so I am not that. I have cut this man into a piece so that I may hold the brighter sword and now he is gone. He threw down the blade. If then this is to be a man, then I shall be a poet.
The Blue Knight woke amongst the stones there, his dream still to linger. He took some food and water to his horse, Prosek, that stood close and bent his thought to the nature of his dreaming.
The Guardians of the Cave 