“It is very simple,” answered Light. “The fairy gave strict orders. You and Mytyl are to go into the graveyard alone. At midnight you will turn the diamond, and the dead will come out of the ground.”
Tyltyl did not feel pleased. “Aren’t you coming with us?” he asked.
“No,” said Light, “I shall stay at the gate of the graveyard. There is nothing to fear. I shall not be far away, and those who love me and whom I love always find me again.”
Light had scarcely done speaking when everything changed. The shining Temple, the glowing flowers, the splendid gardens vanished to make way for a little country graveyard lying in the soft moonlight. Tyltyl and Mytyl clung to one another.
“I am frightened,” said Mytyl.
“I am never frightened,” said Tyltyl, shaking with fear.
“Are the dead alive?” asked Mytyl.
“No,” said Tyltyl, “they’re not alive.”
“Are we going to see them?”