"I will tell you, and you shall judge.

You mind the little wooden church which stands here in Fernlea town?
Well, in my dream I stood outside that, and it seemed small and mean for the house of God, so that I would that it were built afresh.

Then it seemed to me that an angel came to me, bearing a wondrous vessel full of blood, and on the little church he sprinkled it; and straightway it began to grow and widen wondrously, and its walls became of stone instead of timber and wattle, and presently it stood before me as a mighty church, great as any of those of which Carl's paladin here tells me.
"Then I heard from within the sound of wonderful music and the singing of many people; and I went near to listen, for the like of that was never yet heard in our land.

And when I was even at the door, from out the church came in many voices my own name, as if it were being mingled with praises--and so you woke me." "It is a good dream," said Sighard bluntly.

"It came from the wondering why Offa let so mean a church stand, and from the horns, and from my speaking your name.