"Aren't you coming with us?"
"No," said Light. "The time for that has not arrived. Light cannot yet enter among the Dead. Besides, there is nothing to fear. I shall not be far away; and those who love me and whom I love always find me again...."
She had not finished speaking, when everything around the Children changed. The wonderful temple, the dazzling flowers, the splendid gardens vanished to make way for a poor little country cemetery, which lay in the soft moonlight. Near the Children were a number of graves, grassy mounds, wooden crosses and tombstones. Tyltyl and Mytyl were seized with terror and hugged each other:
"I am frightened!" said Mytyl.
"I am never frightened," stammered Tyltyl, who was shaking with fear, but did not like to say so.
"I say," asked Mytyl, "are the Dead wicked?"
"Why, no," said Tyltyl, "they're not alive!..."
"Have you ever seen one?"
"Yes, once, long ago, when I was very young...."
"What was it like?"