So I have sat many and many a year, being dead in the heart of the old stone Witch, watching the moon and the sun and the stars, hearkening to the howls of the ghost-wolves as they ravened beneath me, and learning the wisdom of the old witch who sits above in everlasting stone.

Yet my mother was young and fair when I trod the haunted forest and climbed the knees of stone.

How seems she now, Galazi ?' "'She is white and wrinkled and very aged,' I answered.

'They call her mad, yet at her bidding I came to seek thee, Dead One, bearing the Watcher that was thy father's and shall be mine.' "'It shall be thine, Galazi,' said the voice, 'for thou alone hast dared the ghosts to give me sleep and burial.

Hearken, thine also shall be the wisdom of the old witch who sits aloft forever, frozen into everlasting stone--thine and one other's.