It was settled into stone.

The universe was sunk in one of the dreams that haunt the sleep of death; and, if these were ghosts at all, they were ghosts walking in their sleep.
But the dead, one of them seized one of her hands, and another the other.

They raised her to her feet, and led her along, and her brother walked before.

Thus was she borne away captive of her dead, neither willing nor unwilling, of life and death equally careless.

Through the moonlight they led her from the city, and over fields, and through valleys, and across rivers and seas--a long journey; nor did she grow weary, for there was not life enough in her to be made weary.