Was this beautiful girl mad?
He knew something of the old Norse literature and myths.

A fantastic vision rose up in his mind of her forebears, scores and hundreds of them gathered at some ghostly Walhalla feast, listening to the familiar paean as it poured from her fearless heart, and waiting to rise and greet her, the last newcomer of their blood, with "_Skoll_, daughter, _skoll!_" She watched him as though she read his thought.
"You see, they would have been pleased; it is only natural," she said; "and I have a great respect for the opinion of my ancestors." "Then you are sure they still exist in some shape or form, and are conscious ?" She laughed again.

"Of course I am sure.

The world of spirits, as I think, is the real world.

The rest is a nightmare; at least, it seems like a nightmare, because we don't know the beginning or the end of the dream." "The old Egyptians thought something like that," said Morris reflectively.