The Blue Knight was tired of sleep and unwilling to dream. He tended to his horse, Prosek, and made him to saddle. He vowed to move on from this stone circle of visions and to act he knew not what.
When it came, the dream was of a different kind. A vision more of feeling than of tale. Darkness was all about in the air and in the ground. The darkness was thick to make a great figure swaying like smoke in the breeze. It came not near but moved each way that the Blue Knight turned his head or eye, such that all was hidden in its dark. The figure, slow, made to hide the view of the knight so that he must turn his eyes, quick, quick, to look away before the darkness covered his way once more.
In the corner of his eye, he perceives a light in the far distance, a spark of bright, high on a hill and he must moved there yet the great dark figure came again in his path. Running now to the left and right, urgent to perceive this light more clear, wiping the dark from his view and vision, he saw the spark to become a shining bright city there, far, not far.
Also, in the light between the dark binding him, he saw buildings, great temples for men and women in a city, with cloisters of contemplation, halls of governance and open market places most finely conceived. The tiled rooves and plastered walls all reflecting the glory of sunlight onto the productive slopes of the hills surrounding, where agriculture was sustained, and the rivers flowed clean. Neither smoke nor effluent came from the city, all fine windmills and plaques to capture the light of the sun adorning the high places of the metropolis.
The Blue Knight knew, in his heart straight, that he must come to this shining place. Sure, that he, the Blue Knight, now a Greener Man, would find warm welcome there. But he could not come out from the shadow or shake the suffocation of the darkness. Pausing, he stood to look close at the foul dark figure who stood to prevent his journey.
Clearer, when examined, it came to show many facets, each a tiny dark figure all unto itself. Each figure dressed in finery and fine cloth with the glowing cheeks. Each holding tight a purse of treasured gain, yet shielding the purse behind a dark cloak that, as many, made the darkness of the whole. Each showing a fearful face, frighted that, if the example held in the bright city beyond might take them, they might lose their positions of power and they be levelled to responsibility for the earth and with them with all the peoples of the earth.
The Blue Knight awoke with a certainty in his heart and mind that had not been present. He knew that he must come to the Shining City and if he should break himself against the Dark Figure to come safe to that place, then let it be so.
He packed away his few things and, mounted once more on his faithful Prosek, took himself away from the Circle of Visions that had found him many new thoughts.
The Guardians of the Cave 