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〃I made you a promise；〃 he said。 〃You tell me the things I want to know； and I in turn will not forget you。 Even if it's only for a moment or two I'll find time now and then to e and talk to you。〃…Because you are good； Haaarrry。 Because you are kind。 While my own sort； the dead； they are unkind。 They continue to hold this grudge！
Harry knew the old Thing in the ground's wiles： how he would avoid at all cost the issue of the moment； Harry's principal purpose in being here。 For vampires are Satan's own kith and kin； they speak with his tongue； which speaks only lies and deceptions。 Thus Thibor would attempt from the outset to turn the conversation； this time to his 〃unfair〃 treatment by the Great Majority。 Harry would have none of it。
〃You have no plaint；〃 he told him。 〃They know you； Thibor。 How many lives have you cut short in order to prolong or sustain your own？ They are unforgiving； the dead； for they've lost that which was most precious to them。 In your time you were the great stealer of life； not only did you bring death with you； but even on occasion undeath。 You can't be surprised that they shun you。〃
Thibor sighed。 A soldier kills； he answered。 But when he in turn dies； do they turn away from him？ Of course not！ He is weled into the fold。 The executioner kills； also the maniac in his rage； and the cuckold when he discovers another in his bed。 And are they shunned？ Perhaps in life； some of them； but not after life is done。 For then they move on into a new state。 In my life I did what I had to do； and I paid for it in death。 Must I go on paying？
〃Do you want me to plead your case for you？〃 Harry wasn't even half…serious。
But Thibor was quick…witted： I had not considered that。 But now that you mention it …〃Ridiculous！〃 Harry cried。 〃You're playing with words …playing with me…and that's not why I'm here。 There are a million others who genuinely desire to talk to me； and I waste my time with you。 Ah； well； I've learned my lesson。 I'll trouble you no more。〃
Harry； wait！ Panic was in Thibor Ferenczy's voice； which came to Harry quite literally from beyond the grave。 Don't go； Harry！ Who will talk to me if。。。 there is no other necroscope！
〃That's a fact you'd do well to keep in mind。〃 Ahhh！ Don't threaten me； Harry。 What am I…what was I…after all； but an old creature entombed before his time？ ff1 have seemed to be difficult； forgive me。 e now； tell me what it is that you want from me？
Harry allowed himself to be mollified。 〃Very well。 It's this： I found your story very interesting。〃
My story？
〃Your tale of how you came to be what you were。 As I recall it； you had reached that stage where Faethor had trapped you in his dungeon； and transferred or deposited in you …〃
…His egg！ Thibor cut him off。 The pearly seed of the Wamphyri！ Your memory serves you well； Harry Keogh。 And so does mine。 Too well。。。 His voice was suddenly sour。
〃You don't wish to continue with that story？〃
I wish I had never started it！ But if that is what it takes to keep you here。。。 Harry said nothing； simply waited； and after a moment or two：
I see that is what it takes； the ex…vampire groaned。 Very well。
And after a further sullen silence； Thibor continued the telling of his story 。 。
Picture it； then； that strange old castle up in the mountains： its walls wreathed in mist； its central span arching over the gorge； its towers reaching like fangs for the rising moon。 And picture its master： a creature who was once a man； but no longer。 A Thing which called itself Faethor Ferenczy。
I have told how he。。。 how he kissed me。 Ah； but no one was ever kissed by his father like that before！ He lodged his egg in me； oh yes！ And if I had thought that the bruises and gouges of battle were painful 。
To receive the seed of a vampire is to know an almost fatal agony。 Almost fatal； but never quite。 No； for the vampire chooses his egg…bearer with great care and cunning。 He must be strong； that poor unfortunate； he must he keen…witted； preferably cold and callous。 And I admit it； I was all of those things。 Having lived a life like mine； how could I be otherwise？
And so I experienced the horror of that egg in me； which fashioned tiny pseudopods and barbs of its own to drag itself down my throat and into my body。 Swift？ The thing was quicksilver！ Indeed； it was more than quicksilver！ A vampire seed can pass through human flesh like water through sand。 Faethor had not needed to terrify me with his kiss； he had simply desired to terrify me！ And he had succeeded。
His egg passed through my flesh； from the back of my throat to the column of my spine； which it explored as a curious mouse explores a cavity in the wall…but on feet that burned like acid！ And with each touch on my naked nerve endings came fresh waves of agony！
Ah！ How I writhed and jerked and tossed in my chains then。 But not for long。 Finally the thing found a resting place。 Newborn； it was easily tired。 I think it settled in my bowels； which instantly knotted； causing me such pain that I cried out for the mercy of death！ But then the barbs were withdrawn； the thing slept。
The agony went out of me in a moment； so swiftly indeed that the sensation was a sort of agony in itself。 Then； in the sheer luxury of painlessness； I too slept 。
When I awoke I found myself free of all manacles and chains； lying crumpled on the floor。 There was no more pain。 Despite my thinking that my cell should be in darkness； I found that I could see as clearly as in brightest daylight。 At first I failed to understand； I sought in vain for the hole which let in the light； tried to climb the uneven walls in search of some hidden window or other outlet。 To no avail。
Before that； however； before this futile attempt of mine to escape； I was confronted by the others who shared my dismal cell。 Or by what they had bee。
First there was old Arvos； who lay in a heap just as Faethor had left him…or so I thought。 I went to him； observed his grey flesh； his withered chest beneath the rags of his torn； coarse shirt。 And I laid my hand upon him there； perhaps in an attempt to detect the warmth of life or even a faltering heartbeat。 For I had thought I saw a certain fluttering in his bony chest。
No sooner was my hand upon him than the gypsy caved in！ All of him； collapsing inwards like a husk； like last year's leaves when stepped upon！ Beneath the cage of ribs； which also powdered away； there was nothing。 The face likewise crumbled into dust； set free by the body's avalanche； that old； grey； unlovely countenance； smoking into ruin！ Limbs were last to go； deflating even as I crouched there； like ruptured wineskins！ In the merest moment he was a heap of dust and small shards of bone and old leather； and all still clad in his coarse native clothes。
Fascinated； jaw lolling； I continued to stare at what had been Arvos。 I remembered that worm of a finger ing loose from Faethor's hand and going into him。 And was that worm responsible for this？ Had that small fleshy part of Faethor eaten him away so utterly？ If so； what of the worm itself？ Where was it now？
My questions were answered on the instant： 〃Consumed； Thibor； aye；〃 said a dull； echoing voice。 〃Gone to feed the one which now burrows in the earth at your feet！〃 Out from the dungeon's shadows stepped an old Wallach rade of mine； a man all chest and arms； with short stumpy legs。 Ehrig had been this one's name…when he was a man！
For looking at him now； I saw nothing in him that was known to me。 He was like a stranger with a strange aura about him。 Or maybe not so strange； for indeed I thought I knew that emanation。 It was the morbid presence of the Ferenczy。 Ehrig was now his！
〃Traitor！〃 I told him； scowling。 〃The old Ferenczy saved your life； and now in gratitude you've given that life to him。 And how many times； in how many battles； have I saved your life； Ehrig？〃
〃I long since lost count； Thibor；〃 the other huskily answered； his eyes round as saucers in a gaunt； hollow face。 〃Enough that you must know I would never willingly turn against you。〃
〃What？ Are you saying you are still my man？〃 I laughed； however scathingly。 〃But I can smell the Ferenczy on you！ Or perhaps you've unwillingly turned against me； eh？〃 And still more harshly I added； 〃Why should the Ferenczy save you； eh； except to serve him？〃
〃Didn't he explain anything to you？〃 Ehrig came closer。 〃He didn't save me for himself。 I'm to serve you…as best I may…after he departs this place。〃
〃The Ferenczy is mad！〃 I accused。 〃He has beguiled you； can't you see？ Have you forgotten why we came here？ We came to kill him！ But look at you now： gaunt； dazed； puny as an infant。 How may one such as you serve me？〃
Ehrig stepped closer still。 His great eyes were very nearly vacant； unblinking。 Nerves in his face and neck jumped and twitched as if they were on strings。 〃Puny？ You misjudge the Ferenczy's powers； Thibor。 What he put in me healed my flesh and bones。 Aye； and it made me strong。 I can serve you as well as ever； be sure。 Only try me。〃
Now I frowned； shook my head in a sudden amaze。 Certain of his words made sense； went some little way towards cooling my furious thoughts。 〃By now； by rights； you should indeed be dead；〃 I agreed。 〃Your bones were broken； aye； and your flesh torn。 Are you saying that the Ferenczy is truly the master of such powers？ I remember now he said that when you recovered you would be in thrall to him。 But to him； d'you hear？ So how is it that you stand here and tell me I am still your lord and leader？〃
〃He is the master of many powers； Thibor；〃 he answered。 〃And indeed I am in thrall to him…to a point。 He is a vampire； and now I too am a vampire of sorts。 And so are you。 。
〃I？〃 I was outraged。 〃I am my own man！ He did something to me； granted…put that which was of himself into me； which was surely poisonous…but here I stand unchanged。 You； Ehrig； my once friend and follower； may well have succumbed； but I remain Thibor of Wallachia！〃
Ehrig touched my elbow and I drew back from him。 〃With me the change was swift；〃 he said。 〃It was made faster through the Ferenczy's flesh mingling with my own； which worked to heal me。 My broken parts were mended with his flesh； and just as he has bound me together； so has he bound me to himself。 I will do his bidding； that is true； mercifully； he demands nothing of me but that I stay here with you。〃
Meanwhile； while he spoke in his mournful fashion； I had prowled all about the dungeon looking for an escape； even attempted to scale the walls。 〃The light；〃 I muttered。 〃Where does it e from？ If the light finds its way in； I can find my way out。〃
〃There is no light； Thibor；〃 said Ehrig； following behind me； his voice doleful as ever。 〃It is proof of the Ferenczy's magic。 Because we are his； we share his powers。 In here all is utter darkness。 But like the bat of your standard； and like the Ferenczy himself； you now see in the night。 More； you are the special one。 You bear his egg。 You will bee as great as； perhaps greater than the Ferenczy himself。 You are Wamphyri！〃
〃I am myself！〃 I raged。 And I grabbed Ehrig by the throat。
And now as I drew him close； I noticed for the first time the yellow glow in his eyes。 They were the eyes of an animal； mine； too； if he spoke the truth。 Ehrig made no effort to resist me； indeed； he went to his knees as I applied greater pressure。 〃Well then；〃 I cried； 〃why don't you fight back？ Show me this wonderful strength of yours！ You said I should try you； and now I take you at your word。 You're going to die； Ehrig。 Aye； and after you； so too your new master…the very moment he sticks his dog's nose into this dungeon！ I at least have not forgotten my reason for being here。〃
I grabbed up a length of the chain which had bound me to the wall and looped it round his neck。 He choked； gagged； his tongue lolled out； still he made no effort to resist me。 〃Useless； Thibor；〃 he gasped； when I relaxed the pressure a little。 〃All useless。 Choke me； suffocate me； break my back。 I will mend。 You may not kill me。 You cannot kill me！ Only the Ferenczy can do that。 A fine jest； eh？ For we came here to kill him！〃
I tossed him aside； ran to the great oak door； raged and hammered at it。 Only echoes came back to me。 In desperation I turned again to Ehrig。 〃So then；〃 I panted； 〃you are aware