(See the page of the same name for the whole story so far)

As night came on, the strange transformation was upon him again, as he had known it would be. He was in a deep blue world, violet with shadows and silver with light as though of the full moon but yet brighter and tinged with blue. Whether he changed or the world, or whether something took them both into its otherness, he would wonder but never know. He journeyed now in a world substantial, but in his feeling totally other.

 

 Guided perhaps without even knowing it, he came to a lake – deep blue and silver, still as glass. There on the shore in the moonlight, profiled against the water, sat an ancient medicine woman: for a moment he wondered if it was only his feeling that made her appear thus to him as a figure out of the antique Westland; then he no longer cared.

            A few embers glowed at her feet. Almost on top of her a great rock jutted out into the lake, upon whose summit stood, heraldic in the blue-white light, a magnificent stallion unicorn. He passed through some dim remembrance of her casting stones upon the ground – how the great wheel of his life lay before him among the wood-ash. Then a veil was drawn across his mind, and he knew no more.