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The Graveyard. It is night. The moon is shining on a country graveyard.... Numerous tombstones, grassy mounds, wooden crosses, stone slabs, etc. TYLTYL and MYTYL are standing by a short stone pillar.

MYTYL

I am frightened!

TYLTYL

(not too much at his ease) I am never frightened.

MYTYL

I say, are the dead wicked?

TYLTYL

Why, no, they're not alive!

MYTYL

Have you ever seen one?

TYLTYL

Yes, once, long ago, when I was very young.

MYTYL

What was it like, say?

TYLTYL

Quite white, very still and very cold and it didn't talk.

MYTYL

Are we going to see them, say?

TYLTYL

Why, of course, Light said so.

MYTYL

Where are they?

TYLTYL

Here, under the grass or under those big stones.

MYTYL

Are they there all the year round?

TYLTYL

Yes.

MYTYL

(pointing to the slabs) Are those the doors of their houses?

TYLTYL

Yes.

MYTYL

Do they go out when it's fine?

TYLTYL

They can only go out at night.

MYTYL

Why?

TYLTYL

Because they are in their shirts.

MYTYL

Do they go out also when it rains?

TYLTYL

When it rains, they stay at home.

MYTYL

Is it nice in their homes, say?

TYLTYL

They say it's very cramped.

MYTYL

Have they any little children?

TYLTYL

Why, yes; they have all those that die.

MYTYL

And what do they live on?

TYLTYL

They eat roots.

MYTYL

Shall we see them?

TYLTYL

Of course; we see everything when I turn the diamond.

MYTYL

And what will they say?

TYLTYL

They will say nothing, as they don't talk.

MYTYL

Why don't they talk?

TYLTYL

Because they have nothing to say.

MYTYL

Why have they nothing to say?

TYLTYL

You're a nuisance.

A pause.

MYTYL

When will you turn the diamond?

TYLTYL

You heard Light say that I was to wait until midnight, because that disturbs them less.

MYTYL

Why does that disturb them less?

TYLTYL

Because that is when they go out to take the air.

MYTYL

Is it not midnight yet?

TYLTYL

Do you see the church clock?.

MYTYL

Yes, I can even see the small hand.

TYLTYL

Well, midnight is just going to strike.... There!... Do you hear?

The clock strikes twelve.

MYTYL

I want to go away!

TYLTYL

Not now.... I am going to turn the diamond.

MYTYL

No, no!... Don't!... I want to go away!... I am so frightened, little brother!... I am terribly frightened!

TYLTYL

But there is no danger.

MYTYL

I don't want to see the dead!... I don't want to see them!

TYLTYL

Very well, you shall not see them; shut your eyes.

MYTYL

(clinging to Tyltyl's clothes) Tyltyl, I can't stay!... No, I can't possibly!... They aregoing to come out of the ground!

TYLTYL

Don't tremble like that.... They will only come out for a moment.

MYTYL

But you're trembling, too!... They will be awful!

TYLTYL

It is time, the hour is passing.

TYLTYL turns the diamond. A terrifying minute of silence and motionlessness elapses, after which, slowly, the crosses totter, the mounds open, the slabs rise up.

MYTYL

(cowering against TYLTYL)

hey are coming out!... They are there! Then, from all the gaping tombs, there rises gradually an efflorescence at first frail and timid, like steam; then white and virginal and more and more tufty, more and more tall and plentiful and marvellous. Little by little, irresistibly, invading all things, it transforms the graveyard into a sort of fairy-like and nuptial garden, over which rise the first rays of the dawn. The dew glitters, the flowers open their blooms, the wind murmurs in the leaves, the bees hum, the birds wake and flood the air with the first raptures of their hymns to the sun and to life. Stunned and dazzled, TYLTYL and MYTYL, holding each other by the hand, take a few steps among the flowers while they seek for the trace of the tombs.

MYTYL

(looking in the grass) Where are the dead?

TYLTYL

(looking also) There are no dead.

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