It is best for me to go see the smith myself and leave it to no other one. You can be attending to that ass-car out in the yard wants a new tyre in the wheel—out in the rear of the yard it is. [_They go to door._] To pay attention to every small thing, and to fill up every minute of time shaping whatever you have to do, that is the way to build up a business. [_They go out._ FATHER JOHN [_bringing in MARTIN_]. They are gone out now—the air is fresher here in the workshop—you can sit here for a while. You are now fully awake, you have been in some sort of a trance or a sleep. MARTIN. Who was it that pulled at me? Who brought me back? FATHER JOHN. It is I, Father John, did it. I prayed a long time over you and brought you back. MARTIN. You, Father John, to be so unkind! O leave me, leave me alone! FATHER JOHN. You are in your dream still. MARTIN. It was no dream, it was real. Do you not smell the broken fruit—the grapes? the room is full of the smell. FATHER JOHN. Tell me what you have seen, where you have been? MARTIN. There were horses—white horses rushing by, with white shining riders—there was a horse without a rider, and someone caught me up and put me upon him and we rode away, with the wind, like the wind— FATHER JOHN. That is a common imagining. I know many poor persons have seen that. MARTIN. We went on, on, on. We came to a sweet-smelling garden with a gate to it, and there were wheatfields in full ear around, and there were vineyards like I saw in France, and the grapes in bunches. I thought it to be one of the townlands of heaven. Then I saw the horses we were on had changed to unicorns, and they began trampling the grapes and breaking them. I tried to stop them but I could not. FATHER JOHN. That is strange, that is strange. What is it that brings to mind? I heard it in some place, _monoceros de astris_, the unicorn from the stars. MARTIN. They tore down the wheat and trampled it on stones, and then they tore down what were left of grapes and crushed and bruised and trampled them. I smelt the wine, it was flowing on every side—then everything grew vague. I cannot remember clearly, everything was silent; the trampling now stopped, we were all waiting for some command. Oh! was it given! I was trying to hear it; there was someone dragging, dragging me away from that. I am sure there was a command given, and there was a great burst of laughter. What was it? What was the command? Everything seemed to tremble round me. FATHER JOHN. Did you awake then? MARTIN. I do not think I did, it all changed—it was terrible, wonderful! I saw the unicorns trampling, trampling, but not in the wine troughs. Oh, I forget! Why did you waken me? FATHER JOHN.