I often dream of this one, who is a Tibetan hero of the Mongolians, Gesar of Ling:
The sound of his horse's hooves haunts me in the nights of our long winter.
Maybe I should go soon, and drink some mare's milk. I will try for your sake not to burp too loudly!
I recall something that it is not sufficient that you should succeed ... but all others must fail. ;-D