"All must dance the Macabray," said Bod, remembering. "Have you danced it? What kind of dance is it?" His guardian looked at him with eyes like black pools and said, "I do not know. I know many things, Bod, for I have been walking this earth at night for a very long time, but I do not know what it is like to dance the Macabray. You must be alive or you must be dead to dance it - and I am neither."