Mirren held the rope still. "Your brother won't come back as your brother," she said. "He comes back as a soldier, and soldiers obey the bell, not you." A figure was already climbing the stairs, wearing the brother's face. Mirren held up her rowan bundle. "He's not yours now — but he can still choose to lie down." The dead man looked at his sister, trembled, then turned and walked back to his grave. One by one, the others followed.