You must obey.
"One step--look! There is fire on the mountain under the curtains of the night.

Look, the peak flashes; it is on fire .-- O Spirit of All, I come! One step more! Farewell, earth.

Warriors, fill the grave! The black eagle's plumes will now rest forever." There was deep silence, broken only by the sobs of the little school.

A warrior moved and passed round the grave, and uttered the word "Dead!" The braves followed him, and the whole tribe like shadows.

"Dead!" "Dead!" passed from mouth to mouth.