What does it matter, after all?
Dying is a simple affair.

One has no need of the light for that.

So be it.

I shall die by starlight." The old man turned to the shepherd lad:-- "Go to thy bed; thou wert awake all last night; thou art tired." The child entered the hut.
The old man followed him with his eyes, and added, as though speaking to himself:-- "I shall die while he sleeps.

The two slumbers may be good neighbors." The Bishop was not touched as it seems that he should have been.