and i ran out of the temple,
and as i ran, a voice came
to my ears, the voice of a woman,
and when i turned to see from
whence it came, my eyes were
set upon the image of a
white-glowing goddess in toga
and with hair as rolls of spun gold.
and she bid me wait, and gave me
a strange device to wear, not
quite a ring, but placed it upon my hand,
and it was of emerald sculpture,
and in its centre, extending from a flat
green jewel, was a short blade,
rather like a short sword
with a wide, swart blade,
seeming of roman or greek make,
and this relic did she give to me,
bidding me then to make great haste,
to leave the ruined temple,
to traverse the high passage
where awaited my destiny.
and so i left the temple,
and descended a short hill,
and stopped at a sharp cliff-edge
and looked down
and awoke