The men of the town nodded. No doubt they felt the same way and would heed his words. Kelty's grandfather was a hard and stern man. Not an official of the town, but trusted perhaps more and by most. The people would listen.

Word would spread.

The lights are wicked, they would say. Stay home. Stay vigilant.

Kelty could have cried.

Am I wicked? she thought.

Absolutely not! the Voice said. That old donkey has no idea. The foolishness of it. Always the same, they're afraid because they don't understand.

Kelty's grandfather went inside, and with trepidation, Kelty followed.