The carriage had now accelerated its speed, and its dappled horses had transformed into black steeds double their size.
The motion of the ride was proving to be intoxicating - fast and smooth with the pounding of rhythmic hoof-fall ... Richard struggled hard with the need to rest his eyes, drifting up and into sleep's spaces. Further and further his capsule proceeded, until finally the good King gave his consent into dream.
Robin did not always talk directly with men. If he intuited that plain speak could not be properly be heard or convey what he should like to explain, he preferred, (as most agents of the divine do) to reveal the messages in visions or dreams, which could show example - and not just words.
King Richard had sought the mysteries, yet was an ever practical and earthly man. He could not, as yet, willingly perceive the Fey, anymore than they could truly understand his world. His life consisted of physical battles with blade and force, of hurt and cold, ambition and its failures; of bruises big and small; of fighting for an unseen God with no immediate or tangible reward.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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