My face reflected a shining gleam,

As I related the yester dream;

My horse felt not this burning glee

And spurned thus my reverie.

"It could as well have been a sheep:

You met this spirit while asleep;

I too see wonders amidst the night,

Yet I do know they aren't right."

"No more, Dorian! This is the hour:

Our target is now Langedauer!"

"Yet just what path are we to follow?

I think this plan is very hollow."

"Cease at once the cries and chimes:

I did not ask for shallow rhymes!

Perhaps the deer did make you jelly?

Is this the mood of empty belly?"

With this he showed an angry leer:

"I do not envy the bloody deer;

But tho' there may be no such land,

I will submit to your command."

The quarrel thus came to an end:

He did not add further amend;

With pious hope and bravery blest

I did commence my holy quest.

We knew not the city's location,

And thus we sought for information;

Yet as they heard my loyal horse,

They ran as if from walking corpse.

We were about to quit the town:

Our faces declined in weary frowns;

But ere we could the source find,

A sudden voice reached from behind.

"Good man! Why lookest thou so sour?

Canst thou not find Langedauer?"

I looked at him: he was an aged folk:

His shape beneath a dusty cloak.

"By Jove! Such is indeed the case:

My path is covered in constant haze!"

"Fear not, for I shall be thy guide,

Before the night becomes our bride."