I do not hold as much store in Dreams as you do.
But this one was so real that I am drawn to relate what it said."
29 "Then speak!" commanded The First Speaker.
30 "In The Dream I was traveling on the road to Eastern when I came to
The Spring of The Virgin. And before me was an ox cart whose
wheel had come off. A Warlock was trying to lift it up with a thin
pole. The pole snapped and he sat on the ground with a THUD!
31 He got up rubbing his backsides, and said to one of his men, "See? I
told you that pole wasn't thick enough!" The man with him answered, "I
am sorry, Lord, but it is all I could find."
32 And in The Dream a voice spoke to me, saying, "Behold, this is the
one your people seek. He will be the salvation of your Land. Seek him
and by those signs you have seen you shall know him. And his name is The Roaring
Storm, The Terrible Wind. To the enemy he shall be a whirlwind." So it
was I dreamed the Dream."
33 The First Speaker sat back. "A Dream of such importance," he
commanded, "cannot be ignored. Lift up your feet and journey to The
Spring of The Maiden. When this man appears, bring him with haste to
us, that we may question him."
34 So it was, with an escort of The Speaker's Guard, Dancing Crow sped
south, first taking a boat across the lake, then meeting the road and
heading for the Spring of The Virgin.
35 This strange, natural formation standing high above the road DID
look like a young woman with her robe hanging back and her body bare to
the wind. She marked the only good water for miles. The spring at her
feet caused the road to bend for many miles, so people could stop for
her life-giving water.
36 As he neared the Spring now, Dancing Crow WISHED to see something,
yet he wished not to see it.