Wamphyri ! by Brian Lumley

Author:Brian Lumley
Language: fr
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9782352943105
Publisher: Bragelonne
Published: 1994-01-02T02:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Harry Keogh's nimbus of blue fire burned bright in the stirless glade over Thibor's tumbled mausoleum, and Keogh's incorporeal mind was aware of the passage of time. In the Möbius continuum time was a very nearly meaningless concept, but here in the first low foothills of the Carpatii Meridionali it was very real, and still the dead vampire's tale was not completely told. The important part - for Harry, and for Alec Kyle and INTESP - was still to come, but Harry knew better than to ask directly for the information he desired. He could only press Thibor to the bitter end.

'Go on,' he urged, when the vampire's pause threatened to stretch indefinitely.

'What? Go on?' Thibor seemed mildly surprised. 'But what more is there? My tale is told.'

'Still, I'd like to hear the rest of it. Did you stay in the castle as Faethor had commanded, or did you return to Kiev? You ended your days in Wallachia, right here, in these cruciform hills. How did that come about?'

Thibor sighed. 'Surely it is now time for you to tell me certain things. We made a bargain, Harry.'

'I warned you, Harry Keogh!' the spirit of Boris Dragosani joined in, sharper than that of Thibor. 'Never bargain with a vampire. For there's always the devil to pay.'

Dragosani was right, Harry knew. He'd heard of Thibor's cunning from the very horse's mouth: it had taken no small amount of guile to defeat Faethor Ferenczy. 'A deal is a deal,' he said. 'When Thibor has delivered, so shall I. Now come on, Thibor, let's have the rest of the story.'

'So be it,' he said. 'This is how it was.'

Something brought me awake. I thought I heard the rending of timber. My mind and body were dull from the night's excesses - all of the night's excesses, of which Faethor had only been the first - but nevertheless I stirred myself up. I lay naked on the lady's couch. Smiling strangely, she approached from the direction of the locked door, her hands clasped behind her back. My dull mind saw nothing to fear. If she had sought to escape she could easily have taken the key from my clothes. But as I made to sit up her expression changed, became charged with hatred and lust. Not the human lust of last night but the inhuman lust of the vampire. Her hands came into view, and clasped in one of them was a splinter of oak ripped from the shattered door panel. A sharp knife of hardwood!

'You'll put no stake through my heart, lady,' I told her, knocking the splinter from her hand and sending her flying. While she hissed and snarled at me from a corner I dressed, went out, and locked the door behind me. I must be more careful in future. She could easily have slipped away and unbarred the castle's door for Faethor - if he still lived. Obviously she'd been more intent on putting an end to me than on seeing to his well-being.

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