At his summons, he felt the attention of the dead turn to him. But they did not obey. He paused, confused. The mask, the eye, and the heart trembled with indignation. {Who does challenge us?} the mask demanded. {I cannot see beyond the veil,} the eye mused. The heart was angriest of all. It said nothing, just throbbed against his rib cage. Only the wound beneath it was pleased. Hopeful.
