I once heard, or read, "The dead are dead, leave them be." Indeed I thought, I shall, but how dead can dead men be, I would learn soon (and they all laughed as I said that). My name is Jonathan Fable.

I saw what I saw, down they marched down a low path in a silent procession to the sea, these ghostly figures with stern like faces, the spirits of earth, air and water, old soldiers marching; amazed I was to see through the fog like mist, see these phantom ghosts, this evening along the Iceland...