You remembered something, but not all. Nature is a great sleep; there are dangerous and evil spirits in her dreams, but God is above Nature. She is a darkness, but He makes everything clear; He is light. MARTIN. All is clear now. I remember all, or all that matters to me. A poor man brought me a word, and I know what I have to do. FATHER JOHN. Ah, I understand, words were put into his mouth. I have read of such things. God sometimes uses some common man as his messenger. MARTIN. You may have passed the man who brought it on the road. He left me but now. FATHER JOHN. Very likely, very likely, that is the way it happened. Some plain, unnoticed man has sometimes been sent with a command. MARTIN. I saw the unicorns trampling in my dream. They were breaking the world. I am to destroy, destruction was the word the messenger spoke. FATHER JOHN. To destroy? MARTIN. To bring again the old disturbed exalted life, the old splendour. FATHER JOHN. You are not the first that dream has come to. [_Gets up, and walks up and down._] It has been wandering here and there, calling now to this man, now to that other. It is a terrible dream. MARTIN. Father John, you have had the same thought. FATHER JOHN. Men were holy then, there were saints everywhere. There was reverence; but now it is all work, business, how to live a long time. Ah, if one could change it all in a minute, even by war and violence! There is a cell where Saint Ciaran used to pray; if one could bring that time again! MARTIN. Do not deceive me. You have had the command. FATHER JOHN. Why are you questioning me? You are asking me things that I have told to no one but my confessor. MARTIN. We must gather the crowds together, you and I. FATHER JOHN. I have dreamed your dream, it was long ago. I had your vision. MARTIN. And what happened? FATHER JOHN [_harshly_]. It was stopped; that was an end. I was sent to the lonely parish where I am, where there was no one I could lead astray. They have left me there. We must have patience; the world was destroyed by water, it has yet to be consumed by fire. MARTIN. Why should we be patient? To live seventy years, and others to come after us and live seventy years it may be; and so from age to age, and all the while the old splendour dying more and more. [_A noise of shouting. ANDREW, who has been standing at the door, comes in._ ANDREW.