Now this morning my Lord spoke to me of his dream of the night before. And he said to me, “My dear scribe, last night as I slept, I dreamt. And I stood beside a well, and turned the handle of the crank, so as to raise the bucket from below. And as I turned the handle, I felt behind me the breath of another upon my neck. And as I turned the handle, I felt the touch of their fingers upon the fabric of my shirt. And as I turned the handle, I felt the caress of their tongue upon the lobe of my ear. And as I turned the handle, I heard the whispering of temptation at the edges of my mind. And as I turned the handle, I felt the sting of tears at the corner of my eyes. And as I turned the handle, I felt the sobbing of my cries in the very fibre of my heart. But still I turned the handle, and I turn it still even now, though long since did I wake.”