The wizard saw it all by the bright moonlight.

Then he took up his part in this unholy drama.
All that he did cannot be described, because it is indescribable.

The Witch of Endor repeated no formula, but she raised the dead; and so did Hokosa the wizard.

But he buried his face in the grey dust of the grave, he blew with his lips into the dust, he clutched at the dust with his hands, and when he raised his face again, lo! it was grey like the dust.

Now began the marvel; for, though the woman before him remained a corpse, from the lips of that corpse a voice issued, and its sound was horrible, for the accent and tone of it were masculine, and the instrument through which it spoke--Noma's throat--was feminine.