As Penny collapsed with one last though came into her mind. The story Ben had told of Wights and the Barrow-Downs. She also remembered the song:
Get out, you old Wight! Vanish in the sunlight!
Shrivel like the cold mist, like the winds go wailing,
Out into the barren lands far beyond the mountains! . . .
Penny awoke. Her body was frozen and her blood chilled. She was scared. The story must be true! She couldn’t move and she was cold, so cold. Penny felt like crying. She missed her family. She wore a white garment. What happened to my clothes, she thought. Out of the dark to ethereal green eyes appeared. A skeletal finger poked her repeatedly. Penny got scared. Then they wight started to sing a song once again:
Cold be hand and heart and bone,
And cold be sleep under stone:
Never more to wake on stony bed,
Never, till the Sun fails and the Moon s dead.
In the black wind the stars shall die,
And still on gold here let them lie,
Till the dark lord lifts his hand
Over dead sea and withered land.
And with the end of this song Penny fell into a deep sleep, with green eyes dancing in her mind.
[ July 03, 2003: Message edited by: elven maiden Earwen ]
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