Then the bay horse spoke to me again and said: 'See how your horses all come dancing!' I looked, and there were horses, horses everywhere - a whole skyfull of horses dancing around me.

Flames were rising from the waters and in the flames a blue man lived.

My bay had lightning stripes all over him and his mane was cloud. And when I breathed, my breath was lightning.

... behind me there were ghosts of people like a trailing fog as far as I could see - grandfathers of grandfathers and grandmothers of grandmothers without num…