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When he had drunk again he rose and stood,

Pallid and cold with sleep. “By God,” he said,

“You did me wrong to send me to that wood.

I sought a living spirit and found instead

Bogies and wraiths.” The Master raised his head,

Calm as a sage, and answered, “Are you mad?

Come, sit you down. Tell me what dream you had.”