Father John. To destroy?
Martin. To bring again the old disturbed exalted life, the old splendour.
Father John. You are not the first that dream has come to. [Gets up and walks up and down.] It has been wandering here and there, calling now to this man, now to that other. It is a terrible dream.
Martin. Father John, you have had the same thought.
Father John. Men were holy then; there were saints everywhere, there was reverence, but now it is all work, business, how to live a long time. Ah, if one could change it all in a minute, even by war and violence.... There is a cell where St. Ciaran used to pray, if one could bring that time again.
Martin. Do not deceive me. You have had the command.
Father John. Why are you questioning me? You are asking me things that I have told to no one but my confessor.
Martin. We must gather the crowds together, you and I.
Father John. I have dreamed your dream; it was long ago. I had your vision.
Martin. And what happened?