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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 the master of many powers, Thibor,' he answered. 'And indeed I am in
thrall to him - to is 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 come 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 become 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.'
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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 of the change taken place in you. Of course, for if
it's plain to me it must be plainer still to you. Very well, but tell me: why
then am I the same as before? I feel no different. Surely no great change is
wrought in me?'
Ehrig, rubbing his throat, came easily to his feet. He had great bruises on
his neck from the chains; other than this it seemed he suffered no ill effects
from my manhandling; his eyes burned as before and his voice was doleful as
ever. 'As you say,' he said, 'the change in me has been wrought, as iron is
wrought in the furnace. The Ferenczy's flesh has taken hold of me and bent me
to its will, as iron bends in the fire's heat. But with you it is different,
more subtle. The vampire's seed grows within you. It grafts itself to your
mind, your heart, your very blood. You are like two creatures in one skin, but
slowly you will meld, fuse into one.'
This is what Faethor had told me. I sagged against the damp wall. 'Then my
destiny is no longer my own,' I groaned.
'But it is, Thibor, it is!' Ehrig was eager now. 'Why, now that death no
longer holds any terrors, you can live forever! You have the chance to grow
more powerful than any man before you! And what is that for destiny?'
I shook my head. 'Powerful? In thrall to the Ferenczy? Surely you mean [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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