--strength they meant, virginal strength, a
rushing, lasting, tireless strength.
rushing, lasting, tireless strength.
Yeats
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.
I did not touch you. Who knows what hands pulled you away? I prayed,
that was all I did. I prayed very hard that you might awake. If I had
not, you might have died. I wonder what it all meant? The unicorns--what
did the French monk tell me?
--strength they meant, virginal strength, a
rushing, lasting, tireless strength.
MARTIN.
They were strong. Oh, they made a great noise with their trampling.
FATHER JOHN.
And the grapes, what did they mean? It puts me in mind of the psalm,
_Et calix meus inebrians quam praeclarus est_. It was a strange vision,
a very strange vision, a very strange vision.
MARTIN.
How can I get back to that place?
FATHER JOHN.
You must not go back, you must not think of doing that. That life of
vision, of contemplation, is a terrible life, for it has far more of
temptation in it than the common life. Perhaps it would have been best
for you to stay under rules in the monastery.
MARTIN.
I could not see anything so clearly there.