Her words sounded like rarest music in his ear; in the darkness of his brain a soft light began to diffuse itself.
"Is it possible?
Have I been mistaken ?" he asked in a low voice, as though speaking to himself.
"Come!" said Unorna again very gently.
"Whither?
With you?
How can you bring me to her?
What power have you to lead the living to the dead ?" "To the living.

Come." "To the living--yes.

I have dreamed an evil dream--a dream of death.

She is not--no, I see it now.

She is not dead.