As it happens, Gawain was instructed by Forsooth, for that was the demon's name to ride a way with him. Gawain saw no point in resisting. Whatever light that graced the unforgiving land was setting or disappearing, even though the source was not to be seen. It was becoming dark.
They had ridden a good while before Gawain brought himself to question the demon.
"Where has my death brought me?" Gawain finally asked, his face set in defiance. Forsooth turned and smiled a moment.
"You are not dead." He answered. "Your body is passing however. You are here..." Forsooth gestured around. " You are here to fight your final battles."
"What sort of battles?" Gawain asked, turning to look at the other.
"I'm not certain, but your eternity will depend upon your performance." Forsooth finally finished and drew his eyes back to the snow falling in front of him.
"Do not fret for your friends." Forsooth's voice suddenly cut through a thick silence that had fallen. "Yes, I see your thoughts. When we reach Dispair, for that is where we are going, you can see them. I have magics to speak of that will show you your old world." When Gawain looked at him in surprise, he took out his whip to hasten the old horse.
They arrived at a stone building, sparse and dark. The stones themselves looked to be weeping and distressed. Gawain was only just coming to terms with having his own thoughts read and was reminded of this frightening revelation every time Forsooth smirked or commented on what he had not said aloud. The demon took the blanket from Gawain's shoulder and Gawain shuddered at the sudden blast of cold, for the holey blanket had served its purpose to some exstent.
Inside and behind a locked door they stood a moment as they waited on light. Gawain could not tell how but soon many points of light appeared to be lit and continued until they seemed to disappear down a dark hallway before them.
"Ah, we can go on." Forsooth said and Gawain was surprised that the demon allowed him to walk alone behind him. Perhaps he had eyes in the back of his head. Gawain thought and then shook his head at the absurd thought, or was it? Either was he set about observing the dark walls on either side of him. Dark markings lined the stones, but they were barely visible to his eyes, almost like shadows. He couldn't make any of them out to be words or shapes; only lucid shadows that began to haunt his mind.
"Lost dreams." He heard Forsooth say.
"What?" Gawain asked, taken aback by his sudden words.
"The markings on the wall. Every lost dream of the tormented souls of Hell slithers about on these walls. Silly if you ask me, but it is a bit foreboding don't you think?"
Gawain didn't answer but had little time for as he pondered these new things he found himself suddenly behind a barred wall and left utterly alone.
Very soon the lights flickered out.