And when its evil fled, love went with them--wherever souls go." Of Stanton and Thora there was no trace; nor, after our discovery of those other two, did I care to look more.

They were dead--and they were free.
We buried Throckmartin and Edith beside Olaf in Lakla's bower.

But before the body of my old friend was placed within the grave I gave it a careful and sorrowful examination.

The skin was firm and smooth, but cold; not the cold of death, but with a chill that set my touching fingers tingling unpleasantly.

The body was bloodless; the course of veins and arteries marked by faintly indented white furrows, as though their walls had long collapsed.