Ay, the dead are not to be found, even in their graves.

Nor have they simply departed; for they willed not to go; they died not by choice; whithersoever they have gone, thither have they been dragged; and if so be, they are extinct, their nihilities went not more against their grain, than their forced quitting of Mardi.

Either way, something has become of them that they sought not.

Truly, had stout-hearted Marjora sworn to live here in Willamilla for ay, and kept the vow, _that_ would have been royalty indeed; but here he lies.

Marjora! rise! Juam revolteth! Lo, I stamp upon thy scepter; base menials tread upon thee where thou hest! Up, king, up! What?
no reply?
Are not these bones thine?
Oh, how the living triumph over the dead! Marjora! answer.