“Nothing at all,” said Arctura.
“The forces of nature,” said Donal, “are constantly at work to destroy the dreadful, and restore the wholesome. It is but a few handfuls of clean dust.”
The housekeeper went to one of her presses, and brought out a sheet. Donal put a plaid round lady Arctura. They went up to her room, and so down to the chapel. Half-way down the narrow descent mistress Brookes murmured, “Eh, sirs!” and said no more.
Each carried a light, and the two could see the chapel better. A stately little place it was: when the windows were unmasked, it would be beautiful!
They stood for some moments by the side of the bed, regarding in silence. Seldom sure had bed borne one who slept so long!—one who, never waking might lie there still! When they spoke, it was in whispers.
“How are we to manage it, mistress Brookes?” said Donal.
“Lay the sheet handy, alang the side o’ the bed, maister Grant, an’ I s’ lay in the dist, han’fu’ by han’fu’. I hae that respec’ for the deid, I hae no difficlety aboot han’lin’ onything belongin’ to them.”
“Gien it hadna been that he tuik it again,” said Donal, “the Lord’s ain body wad hae come to this.”
As he spoke he laid the sheet on the bed, and began to lay in it the dry dust and air-wasted bones, handling them as reverently as if the spirit had but just departed. Mistress Brookes would have prevented Arctura, but she insisted on having her share in the burying of her own: who they were God knew, but they should be hers anyhow, and one day she would know! For to fancy we go into the other world a set of spiritual moles burrowing in the dark of a new and unknown existence, is worthy only of such as have a lifeless Law to their sire. We shall enter it as children with a history, as children going home to a long line of living ancestors, to develop closest relations with them. She would yet talk, live face to face, with those whose dust she was now lifting in her two hands to restore it to its dust. Then they carried the sheet to the altar, and thence swept into it every little particle, back to its mother dust. That done, Donal knotted the sheet together, and they began to look around them.
Desirous of discovering where the main entrance to the chapel had been, Donal spied under the windows a second door, and opened it with difficulty. It disclosed a passage below the stair, three steps lower than the floor of the chapel, parallel with the wall, and turning, at right angles under the gallery. Here he saw signs of an obliterated door in the outer wall, but could examine no farther for the present.