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or two. Up in a six-month? Ah, no...try four! But Radu had told John that he couldn't tell Bonnie Jean; indeed, that he must lie to her! For John was to be His confidant now that the Wee Mistress had shown herself to be...well, just a wee lassie after all.
It wasn't her fault, though, John was sure. (And he frowned and felt concerned for the ex-Wee Mistress.) More likely it was all down to that Harry Keogh, aye! Ah, but the dog-Lord had plans for him, too. Up in just four more months, and then we'd see about this Harry! And here's B.J. worrying about John contacting her. Well, he wouldn't. But Radu would, be sure!
Three moons from now -- just thirteen weeks, that was all -- and then she'd hear His call. That silent howling in her head, that drew her like a magnet. She'd get her instructions then, aye. And a month later, the one who'd caused her to stray from the path...he would get his comeuppance!
'His wound?' Harry had overheard one or two things after all.
'Hmm?' B J. looked at him.
'You told him to take care of his wound.'
'He cut himself on the rock face,' she lied.
'Oh?'
'Is this the real talk you wanted?' She began unbuttoning her blouse. For there are other ways to beguile a man, and better ways to ease his pain, too. And hers.
'You tell me,' he said.
ХVery well, you can think and speak normally.' And at once he was himself, those warm eyes disguising a cold and calculating brain.
'B.J., did something happen that time, when we were up in the Highlands? We went up to Auld John's place in Inverdruie to climb and hunt, but you cried off. And this last weekend, again you cried off going. Well, OK -- for after all it's the middle of winter now -- but what about the last time?'
'Have you been reading the newspapers, Harry?'
'No,' (but E-Branch had contacted him that time three months ago, about some weird shit in his neck of the woods?) *Why? Was there something I should have read?'
BJ. shook her head. She'd cancelled the episode from his mind and didn't want to let it surface now, which obviously it was trying to do. 'Have you been having bad dreams, Harry? You said on the phone that you'd been dreaming.'
. 'Dreams, half-memories...anxieties and feelings I don't understand. You name it.' He shrugged, despairingly she thought. And then, out of the blue: 'B.J., why don't you level with me?'
'Level with you?' Her blouse was off now, and her breasts proud and stiff-tipped where they begged for Harry's attention. Almost
automatically, she wriggled out of her skirt 'Ask your questions. If I can answer them, I will.*
'I don't know all of it, do I?'
'No.'
'Why not?'
'I can only tell you what hell let me tell you.'
'Radu?'
The dog-Lord, yes.'
'But he's a liar!' Harry snapped, his voice suddenly harsh and full of hate. 'He's Wamphyri, and they're all liars!'
Again B J. was taken aback. 'But...did I tell you that, that he's Wamphyri?' Had she? Well of course she had, that time when she'd 'explained' her purpose -- and Harry's eventual role in things. She'd been thrown, that was all, by the vehemence in his voice, the knowledge in his eyes. But damned if she remembered telling him that the Wamphyri were all liars!
B J. couldn't know it but Harry, too, had been thrown into a state of confusion. He'd almost trapped himself, tripped over his own tongue. For the Necroscope wasn't the only one who 'didn't know it all.' There were quite a few things that he hadn't, or couldn't, tell B J., too.
'Yes,' he said, "you told me. Radu is Wamphyri -- a Great Vampire -and he has enemies opposed to his return: the Ferenczys and the Drakuls. And that they are full of lies.'
She nodded, and thought: He's sweating. Why does he sweat like that? What's on his mind? That oh-so-deep mind of his?
Harry didn't know either -- not what was on his mind -- only that something swirled there beneath the surface, secret information hidden in its own mental limbo.
B J. had the power to unlock it But...he didn't want it unlocked!
If she knew he had been to those places, she would want to know when he was there, and why, and what route he'd taken!
She would want to know about the MObius Continuum: how he had discovered it, and how he'd used it to go to those places!
...But what fucking places?
Then it happened. For several seconds it was what his Ma and B J. had both feared, if not exactly as they had imagined it when suddenly Harry's two levels of consciousness and knowledge interfaced:
He stood in the open, in bright daylight, and craned his neck to look up and up, at dramatically stark yellow and white cliffs and at the squat white-walled castle, mansion, or chateau that was perched there on the edge of oblivion. The scene was Mediterranean, and he knew it well! Knew the castle, too!
Le Manse Madonie!
Sicily!
Necroscope: The Lost Yean -- Vol. II
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The Ferenczys!
Wamphyri!
Jesus God!
His mind whirled...and Harry whirled too. He was whirled away from there, whirled elsewhere --
-- To a frozen monochrome landscape, the Roof of the World, and a gaunt range of mountains marching against grey skies that went on forever. It was biting cold, and the snow slanting down like a million white spears, forming an ever-thickening, freezing crust on him where he leaned into the blast. And seen like a flickering old film on or through the dot-dash screen of hissing snow, the long snaking wall of a city like a small version of the Great Wall of China. While in the other direction, hewn out of a sheer cliff at the foot of the mountains, a great carved face as grim and as cold as its location.