'Be comforted, Amelius; the end is not yet.' She put her hands on my head, and drew it down to her.

'You will come back to me,' she whispered--and kissed me on the forehead, before them all.

When I looked up again, she was gone.

I have neither seen her nor heard from her since.

It's all told, gentlemen--and some of it has distressed me in the telling.