“Yes,” said the voice.

“But I see no grave or gravestone, only this pile of stones,” said Teig.

The corpse did not answer, but stretched out its long fleshless hand to show Teig the direction in which he was to go.  Teig went on accordingly, but he was greatly terrified, for he remembered what had happened to him at the last place.  He went on, “with his heart in his mouth,” as he said himself afterwards; but when he came to within fifteen or twenty yards of the little low square wall, there broke out a flash of lightning, bright yellow and red, with blue streaks in it, and went round about the wall in one course, and it swept by as fast as the swallow in the clouds, and the longer Teig remained looking at it the faster it went, till at last it became like a bright ring of flame round the old graveyard, which no one could pass without being burnt by it.  Teig never saw, from the time he was born, and never saw afterwards, so wonderful or so splendid a sight as that was.  Round went the flame, white and yellow and blue sparks leaping out from it as it went, and although at first it had been no more than a thin, narrow line, it increased slowly until it was at last a great broad band, and it was continually getting broader and higher, and throwing out more brilliant sparks, till there was never a colour on the ridge of the earth that was not to be seen in that fire; and lightning never shone and flame never flamed that was so shining and so bright as that.

Teig was amazed; he was half dead with fatigue, and he had no courage left to approach the wall.  There fell a mist over his eyes, and there came a soorawn in his head, and he was obliged to sit down upon a great stone to recover himself.  He could see nothing but the light, and he could hear nothing but the whirr of it as it shot round the paddock faster than a flash of lightning.

As he sat there on the stone, the voice whispered once more in his ear, “Kill-Breedya”; and the dead man squeezed him so tightly that he cried out.  He rose again, sick, tired, and trembling, and went forward as he was directed.  The wind was cold, and the road was bad, and the load upon his back was heavy, and the night was dark, and he himself was nearly worn out, and if he had had very much farther to go he must have fallen dead under his burden.

At last the corpse stretched out its hand, and said to him, “Bury me there.”

“This is the last burying-place,” said Teig in his own mind; “and the little grey man said I’d be allowed to bury him in some of them, so it must be this; it can’t be but they’ll let him in here.”

The first, faint streak of the ring of day was appearing in the east, and the clouds were beginning to catch fire, but it was darker than ever, for the moon was set, and there were no stars.