When I raised my head and opened my eyes I cringed in fear at the horror I beheld. The dancers no longer breathed: they were all, every last one of them, corpses.
Unable - or too frightened - to escape from Helega's hold, I danced amongst them, the long dead, the newly buried, the hideous and the pretty, the festering and the putrefied, as they dragged across the floor in macabre time to the musicians' dictates.
In abject cowardice I buried my head again into Helega's neck.
And when courage returned and I looked once more, the dancers lived, human once again.