S p i r i t ua l i t y S t u d i e s 5 - 2 Fa l l 2 0 1 9 6 1 Petr Pavlík that possible?” He dismounts and wipes the sweaty horse. Then, from a height above him, he hears a gentle ringing voice: “Next time, don’t mistake me for lambs, my fiction hero. Do you want them more than me? I’m the one who shines for you on my own! Bright clouds, they just reflect my light.” Chapter Four How did he penetrate to the sun? One fights the clouds with a sword, the other rises above them with a leap. ”But clouds need to be put to an end forever, all of them!” shouts the knight. “How treacherous they are, how creeping, how ubiquitous! And close up they are so nastily wet and cold! What good is to be expected of them? My strength is in the sword, and what I cut off, it will never come together again. Clouds! Get out! Here will be only the sun, my beloved sun, the only one radiating.” So he cuts his sword into the clouds, swinging his muscular arms hard, fighting devotedly and persistently. As his forces gradually weaken, it allows him to notice more results. Yes, he managed to break the black and white cloud apart, and for a moment clear sky appeared between them. That’s certainly good… But what about this bundle of grey fog? His sword slumps in vain, and only his fingers get stiff. And as he sweats with his effort, his sweat cools down in the thin, cold air, creating thus another cloud around him. He stops in surprise: “This new cloud, I even make it myself with my own efforts! But I will never see anything through it! And yet my goal was to make the clouds fall so that the sun could be seen… It seems to be a futile struggle.” Disappointed, he puts down his sword and sits heavily on the hard rock. With pain he recalls the sun, where is it now? Perhaps the more he misses it, the more he must crave. He leans back and searches with his sight in the height, trying to penetrate the fog until he hears a quiet, ringing voice again from there: “My knight, the struggle with clouds is a noble contest indeed. You can become a champion in it, who will be no equal in the tournaments of the heavenly knights. True, there are those who can do it for their whole life… but if you desire to win over the clouds once and for all, you have to be able to do something else.” “But what else can I master? I have a sword, and I cut into the enemy with it. I have a shield, and I protect myself with it. I have a spear, and I penetrate forward with it. And finally, I have a horse, and he carries me faithfully on his back all the time.” “And have you ever allowed your horse to fight alone?” “How come, horse? They don’t understand anything, even those with wings.” “But when it comes to grazing, every horse will understand.” “What?” “A horse spell.” “No…” “Yes! You whisper it in his ear: You’ll never be well-fed of clouds.” The knight stood helplessly, trying to put it together in his head. “Just hold on tight!” he managed to hear the last words. From far, there was echoing a cheery ringing laughter until it gradually faded, and the silence was complete. The knight hesitated for a moment, then bowed his head and sighed in resignation. He hugged the horse around his neck, bent to his ear, and whispered the spell there: “You’ll never be well-fed of clouds.” At that moment, the horse neighed, stood up with his hooves in the air and waved its wings so violently that it raised above all the clouds with a single, mighty leap. The knight
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