bl.necroscope2-第42部分
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ht of all Earth's living billions streaming into unimagined； ever…expanding futures。 No； not that one。 Harry selected another door。 This time the myriad blue life…threads streamed away from him and contracted； narrowing down to a far…distant； dazzling； single blue point。 It was the door to time past； to the very beginning of human life on Earth。 And that wasn't what he wanted either。 Actually； he had known that neither of these doors was the right one； he was simply exercising his talents； his powers； that was all。
For the fact was that if he didn't have a mission。。。 but he did have one。 It was almost identical with the mission which had cost him his corporeal life； and it was still unfinished。 Harry put all other thoughts and considerations aside； used his unerring intuition to point himself in the right direction； calling out to that one he knew he would find there。
〃Thibor？〃 His call raced out into the black void。 〃Only answer me and I'll find you； and we can…talk。〃
A moment passed。 A second or a million years； it was all the same in the M？bius continuum。 And it made no difference at all to the dead。 Then：
Ahhhh！ came back the answer。 Is it you； Haarrry？
The mental voice of the old Thing in the ground was his beacon： he homed in on it； came up against a Mobius door； and passed through it。
It was midnight on the cruciform hills； and for two hundred miles in every direction； most of Romania lay asleep。 No requirement for Harry and his infant simulacrum to materialise here； for there was no one to see them。 But knowing that he could be seen there； if there were eyes to see； gave Harry a feeling of corporeality。 Even as a will…o'…the…wisp he would feel that he was somebody； not merely a telepathic voice； a ghost。 He hovered in the glade of stirless trees； above the tumbled slabs and close to the tottering entrance of what had been Thibor Ferenczy's tomb； and formed about his focus the merest nimbus of light。 Then he turned his mind outwards； to the night and the darkness。
If he had had a body； Harry might have shivered a little。 He would have felt a chill； but a purely physical chill and not one of the spirit。 For the undead evil which had been buried here five hundred years ago was gone now； was no longer undead but truly dead。 Which fact begged the question： had all of it been removed？ Was it dead。。。 entirely？ For Harry Keogh had learned； and was learning still； of the vampire's monstrous tenacity as it clung to life。
〃Thibor；〃 said Harry； 〃I'm here。 Against the advice of all the teeming dead； I've e again to talk to you。〃
Ahhhh！ Haaarrry…you are a fort； my friend。 Indeed； you are my only fort。 The dead whisper in their graves； talking of this and that； but me they shun。 I alone am truly。。。 alone！ Without you there is only oblivion。
Truly alone？ Harry doubted it。 His sensitive ESP warned him that something else was here…something that held back； biding its time…something dangerous still。 But he hid his suspicions from Thibor。
〃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 gyp
