The Night had vanished from Richard's Mind

Immortals had no wherewithal to comprehend the thinking of men - let alone the minds of the history makers.

Yet they could, now and then, inspire from the left fields of a broadcast imagination.

Robin, the Fey, carried the sleeping King throughout the realms of Faerie and then transported him back into his world of Men, come the morning.

Arriving at their castle hall, a bleary eyed Richard smiled a bearded smile, as he alighted down from the coach's rise.

"I am much revived - thank you Sir for a seamless ride and delivering me so securely."

He plainly remembered nothing of the visions of the night just passed.

Disappointed, yet not surprised, Robin bowed slightly and stepped back to let his eminence pass by him.

The night had vanished from Richard's mind - he had not the ability to retain its meaning - and, like fine gold dust falling, the weight of its wisdom had slipped past his consciousness and onto his feet before him.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series