Take him now and bury him, for I weary of his fellowship.' "She looked upon that which sat before her.

She put out her withered hand and drew the bandage from his sunken eyes.

Then she screamed aloud a shrill scream, and, flinging her arms about the neck of the Dead One, she cried: 'It is my son whom I bore--my very son, whom for twice ten years and half a ten I have not looked upon.

Greeting, my son, greeting! Now shalt thou find burial, and I with three--ay, I with thee!' "And once more she cried aloud, standing upon her feet with arms outstretched.

Then of a sudden foam burst from her lips, and she fell forward upon the body of her son, and was dead.
"Now silence came upon the place again, for all were fearful.