A challenge to the darkness and the mystery of death... Its background is exquisitely beautiful. Its theme is mystical. Its narrative is wholesome, charming, without a trace of morbidity or unwelcome strangeness.
e moment he had been the handsomest young chieftain in Scotland, and when he was brought home they could not have let my mother see his face.
But she never asked to see it. She was on the terrace which juts over the rock the castle is built on, and which looks out over the purple world of climbing moor. She saw from there the returning party of shooters and gillies winding its way slowly through the heather, following a burden carried on a stretcher of fir boughs. Some of her women guests were with her, and one of them said afterward that when she first caught sight of the moving figures she got up slowly and crept to the stone balustrade with a crouching movement almost like a young leopardess preparing to spring. But she only watched, making neither sound nor movement until the cortege was near enough for her to see that every man's head was bowed upon his breast, and not one was covered.
Then she said, quite slowly, "They--have-- taken off--their bonnets," and fell upon the terrace like a dro
This short novel has the same title as the Arthur Machen story, but a much different message. Burnett takes a supernatural theme and turns it into a charming story of hope. Although you'll see the meaning behind the story's title long before the central character does, it's still worth reading for the beautiful writing.