As she peers into the dark, a slightly flexed horizontal band of faint light spanning the sky overhead sweeps away from her to the horizon. Beneath it, rolling heath, dark bare hills, nearby a treeline, shadows of branches slide around the roots as the band goes by aloft, the leaves reflect brightly and the spaces in between the boughs are clots of black...Scattered cemeteries surrounded by low stone walls on the heath, a few obelisks and flat black stone...There a gibbet...The band winks out at the horizon -- then, it rolls back, nothing in the sky to obscure. Ella watches the band sweep toward her and away from her like a visible sonar ping, gradually becomes aware that there is a slow drift in the view toward the woods, the gaps between the trees like dark halls...
...a long white figure issues from them with weightless curving strides --
Ella shrieking pitches backwards and while Dr. Belhoria is admonishing her -- "El-la! You can't keep going off like this!" -- both of them are interrupted as the dead figure lying opposite them says--
*Stay away from those dead woods...from them, even ghosts never can come back.*
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