Necroscope - Deadspeak - Part 37
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Part 37

'Who are you?' Harry inquired.

Dumitru, son of Vasile.

'Well, at least you argue more persuasively than your father!' said Harry.

One of the Gypsies prodded him where they bundled him unceremoniously up the first leg of the climb. 'What are you mumbling about? Are you saying your prayers? Too late for that, if the Ferenczy has called you.'

Harry, said Dumitru Zirra, if I could help you I would, in however smal l a measure. But I may not. Here in the Place of Many Bones, I was gnawed u pon by one of the Grey Ones who serve the Boyar Janos. He had my legs off a t the knees! I could crawl if you called me up, but I could never fight. Wh at, me, a half-man of bone and leather and bits of gristle? But only say it and III do what I can.

So, I've found a man at last, Harry answered, this time silently, in the u nique manner of the Necroscope. But lie still, Dumitru Zirra, for I need more than old bones to go against Janos.

The way was harder now and the Gypsies sliced through the thongs binding Harry's wrists. Instead they put two nooses round his neck, one held by a m an who stayed well ahead of him, and the other by a man to his rear. 'Only f all now, Englishman, and you hang yourself,' their spokesman told him. 'Or a t very least stretch your neck a bit as we haul you up!' But Harry didn't in tend to fall.

He called out to Mobius with his deadspeak: August? How's it coming?

We're almost there, Harry! came the excited answer from a Leipzig graveya rd. It could be an hour, two, three at the outside.

Try thirty minutes, said Harry. / may not have much more than that left.

Other voices crowded Harry's Necroscope mind. From the graveyard in Halmagiu: Harry Keogh ... we are shunned. Who named you a friend of the dead was a great liar!

Taken off guard, he answered aloud. 'I asked for your help. You refused me. It's not my fault the world's teeming dead hold you in contempt!'

The Szgany where they laboured up the mountainside in the streaming moo nlight looked at each other. 'Is he mad? Always he talks to himself!'

Harry opened all the channels of his mind - removed all barriers within and without - and at once Faethor was raging at him: Idiot! I am the only one who can help you, and yet you keep me hooded like some vicious bird in a cage. Why do you do this, Harry?

Because I don't trust you, he answered silently. Your motives, your method s, you your black-hearted self! I don't trust a single thing you say or do, Fa ethor. You're not only a father of vampires but a father of liars, too. Still, you do have a choice.

A choice? What choice?

Get out of my mind and go back to your place in Ploiesti.

Not until this thing is seen through -to- the - end! And how can I be sure you'll stick to that? You can't, Necroscope!

Then sit in the dark, said Harry, closing him off again. And now the climb was half-way done . . . In Rhodes it was 1:30 a.m.

Darcy Clarke and his team sat around a table in one of their hotel room s. They had spent time recovering from their work, had eaten out as a group , had discussed their experiences and how they'd been affected and probably would be affected for a long time to come. But in the back of their minds each and every one of them had known that their own part in the fight was m inimal, and that without Harry Keogh's success everything else was cosmetic and the partial elation they felt now only the lull before the real storm.

As they'd returned from their late meal, so Zek had come up with an ide a. She was a telepath and David Chung a locator. Together, they might be ab le to reach Harry and see what were his circ.u.mstances.

Darcy had at once protested: 'But that's just what Harry didn't want! Look , if Janos got his mental hooks into you -'

'I've a feeling he'll be too much involved with Harry to be thinking abou t anything else,' Zek had cut in. 'Anyway, I want to do it. In the Lady Karen 's stack - her aerie on Starside -1 had the job of reading the minds of a gre at many Wamphyri. Not one of them so much as suspected I was there, or if the y did nothing came of it. That's the way I'll play it now.'

Still Darcy wasn't sure. 'I was only thinking about poor Trevor,' he said, 'a nd about Sandra . . .'

'Trevor Jordan wasn't expecting trouble,' Zek had answered, 'and Sandra w as inexperienced and her talent variable. I'm not putting her down, just stat ing a fact.'

'But -'

'No!' and again she had cut him off. 'If David is willing, I want to do it.

Harry means a lot to Jazz and me.'

At which Darcy had appealed to Jazz Simmons.

Jazz had shaken his head. 'If she says she'll do it, then she'll do it,' he sa id. 'Hey, don't take my word for it! I'm only married to her!'

And with reservations, finally Darcy had submitted. For the fact was tha t he as much as anyone else was interested to know Harry's circ.u.mstances.

Now the three who weren't partic.i.p.ants, Darcy, Jazz and Ben Trask, sat a round the table and concentrated on what Zek and David were doing: the latte r with his eyes closed, breathing deeply, his hands resting lightly on the s tock and body of Harry's crossbow where it sat on the table, and Zek similar ly disposed, her hand on one of his.

They had been this way for a minute or two, waiting for Chung to locate the Necroscope through the medium of one of his own possessions. But as se conds ticked by in silence and the two partic.i.p.ants grew even more still, s o the watchers began to relax a little - even to fidget - and their thought s to drift. And just at the moment that Jazz Simmons chose to scratch his n ose, that was when contact was made. It was brief: David Chung uttered a long drawn-out sigh - and Zek snapped bolt uprigh t in her chair. Her eyes remained closed for several long seconds while all the colour drained from her face. Then . . . they shot open and she s.n.a.t.c.h ed herself away from Chung, straightened to her feet and backed unsteadily away from the table.

Jazz went to her at once. 'Zek?' his voice was anxious. 'Are you OK?'

For a moment she stared right through him, then at him, and accepted his a rms. He felt her trembling, but at last she answered: 'Yes, I'm all right. But Harry -'

'You found him?' Darcy too had risen to his feet.

'Oh, yes,' David Chung nodded. 'We found him. What did you read, Zek?'

She looked at him, looked at all of them, and freed herself from Jazz's a rms. And said nothing.

Darcy said, 'Is he OK?' And he held his breath waiting for her answer.

Eventually she said, 'He's all right, yes, and he got there safely - to his destination, I mean. Also, I saw enough to know that it will all come to a head soon. But . . . something isn't right.'

Darcy's heart thudded in his chest. 'Not right? You mean he's already in tr ouble?'

She looked at him, and her look was so strange it was as if she gazed on a lien things, in a world of ice beyond the times and places we know. 'In troubl e? Oh, he's that, all right, but not necessarily the trouble you're thinking o f.'

'Can you explain?'

She straightened up and gave herself a shake, and hugged her elbows. 'No, I can't,' she said, shaking her head. 'Not yet. And anyway, I could be mista ken.'

'But mistaken about what?' Darcy's frustration was mounting. 'Harry is g oing up against Janos Ferenczy personally, man to ... to thingl If he's in t rouble before they even meet, his disadvantage could well be insurmountable!'

Again she gave him that strange look, and shook her head, and quietly said, 'No, not insurmountable. In fact on a one to one basis, I think you'll find th at . . . that there's not a great deal to choose between them.'

Following which, and for quite a long time, she would say no more.

With the misted valley far below and in the streaming moonlight of the h eights, Harry knew the climb would soon be over and he'd be face to face wit h h.e.l.l. He had hoped to call up all the local dead into an army on his side, arid march with them on Janos's place. But even the dead were afraid. Now t here was very little time left, and probably less hope. So the fact that he actually found himself antic.i.p.ating what was to come was a very hard thing to explain. It could be of course that he'd simply 'cracked' under the strain , but he didn't think so. He'd never been the type.

His mind was still open and Mobius picked up his thoughts: A breakdown? You? No, never! And especially not now, when we're so clo se. I need to be into your mind, Harry.

'Enter, of your own free will,' he answered, almost automatically.

The other was very quickly in and out, and he was excited as never before. I t all fits! It all fits! he said. And the next time I come, I'm sure I'll be abl e to unlock those doors.

'But not right now?'

I'm afraid not.

'Then there may not be time for a next time.'

Don't give in, Harry!

'I haven't. I'm just facing facts.'

I swear we'll have the answer in minutes! And meanwhile you could try h elping yourself.

'Help myself? How?'

Give yourself a problem in numbers. Set yourself a mathematical task. Pr epare to re-establish your numeracy.

'I wouldn't even know what a mathematical problem looked like.'

Then I'll set one for you. The great mathematician was silent for a mom ent, then said: Now listen. Stage one: I am nothing. Stage two: I am born a nd in the first second of my existence expand uniformly to a circ.u.mference of approximately 1,170,000 miles. Stage three: after my second second of un iform expansion my circ.u.mference is twice as great! Question: what am I?

'You're crazy,' said Harry, 'that's what you are! A minute ago I would have sworn it was me, but now I know that I'm perfectly sane. Compared to y ou, anyway.'

Harry?

Harry laughed out loud, causing the Gypsies who struggled up the final rise with him to jump. 'A madman,' they muttered, 'yes. The Ferenczy has dr iven him mad!'

The Necroscope used his deadspeak again: August, here's me who can't cou nt his toes without getting nine, and you ask me to solve the riddles of the universe?

Pretty close, Harry, Mobius answered, pretty close. Just keep at it and I 'll be back as soon as possible. His deadspeak faded and he was gone.

Jesus! said Harry to himself, shaking his head in disgust. Jesus!

But Mobius's question had stuck in his head. He couldn't give it his atten tion right now, but he knew it was in there, lodged firmly in his mind.

And now the party had reached the top of the cliffs; and somewhere here on this wind-blasted, spa.r.s.ely-clad plateau, here lay the ruins of the Castle Ferenczy. That was where Janos waited; but right here and now, here at the top of the long climb . . . here something else waited. Seven somethings in all, or eight if one included the Grey One slinking in the moon-cast shadow s. Harry's 'escort' to the lair of the undead vampire.

The two leading Zirras saw them first, then Harry, finally the three G ypsies who panted where they laboured close behind. All drew back, startle d and gasping, except the Necroscope himself. For Harry knew that he stood in the presence of dead men, which was common ground for him. What he and the others with him saw was this: Seven great Thracians, dead for more than two thousand years, raised up again from their burial urns to do Janos's bidding. They had the aspect of life at least, but there was a great deal of death in them, too. They wore helmets and some pieces of armour of their own period, but wherever their grey flesh showed naked it was scarred, disfigured. Their helmets were fear some things, designed to terrify any beholder: they were domed, of gleaming bronze, with oval eye-holes dark in the flicker of their torches, and curv ed, downward-sweeping f.l.a.n.g.es to cover the jaws of the wearers.

All seven were big men, but their leader stood a good four inches taller than the rest. He stepped forward, ma.s.sive, but the eyes behind the holes in his mask were red - with sorrow.

Bodrogk looked at Harry Keogh and the five who cowered behind him. 'Fr ee him,' he said. His tongue was ancient but his meaning - the way his bro nze sword touched Harry's ropes - couldn't be mistaken.

The Szgany spokesman stepped cautiously to Harry's side and loosened the nooses a little around his neck. And to Bodrogk the Gypsy said: 'You are ..

. the Ferenczy's creatures?'

Bodrogk didn't understand. He looked this way and that, frowning, wond ering what the man's question had been. Harry read his deadspeak confusion and answered: 'He wants to know if Janos sent you.' He spoke the words al oud, letting his deadspeak do the translating. And now Bodrogk's gaze cent red on Harry alone.

The ma.s.sive Thracian paced forward and the Gypsies fell back. Bodrogk c aught the ropes around Harry's neck and snapped them like threads. He grunt ed an introduction, then said: 'And so you are the Necroscope, beloved of a ll the world's dead.'

'Not all of them,' Harry shook his head, 'for there are cowards among the dead even as there are among the living. If I can't know them - because they are afraid to know me - then I can't befriend them. And anyway, Bodrogk, I'v e no great desire to be loved by thralls.'

Bodrogk's men had come forward, moving closer to the Gypsies on the bluf f, herding them there. Now their huge leader took off his helmet and tossed it clanking aside. His neck was a bull's, his face full-bearded, fierce. But it was grey, that face, and, like the rest of his flesh, gaunt with an unsp oken horror. His haggard, harried aspect told far better than any words the way in which Janos had dealt with him and his.

'I heard you talking to the dead,' said Bodrogk. 'You must know that all of Janos's thralls are not cowards.'

'I know that the Thracians in the vaults of his castle are dust, and so ca n't help me. They told me they would but can't, because only Janos himself may call them up, for he alone has the words. On the other hand . . . you and you r six are not dust.'

'Are you calling us cowards?' Bodrogk's calloused hand fell upon Harry's shoulder close to his neck, and in his other hand a great bronze sword was li fted up a little.

'I only know that where some suffer Janos to live,' Harry answered. 'I cam e to kill him and remove his taint forever.'

'And are you a warrior, Harry?'

Harry lifted his head, gritted his teeth. He had never feared the dead, and would not now. 'Yes.'

Bodrogk smiled a strange, sad smile - which faded at once as he glanced beyond Harry. 'And these others with you? They captured you and brought yo u here, eh? A lamb to the sacrifice.'

'They belong to the Ferenczy,' Harry nodded.

The other looked at him and his eyes went into Harry's soul. 'A warrior without a sword, eh? Here, take mine,' He placed it in Harry's hands - then scowled at the Szgany and nodded to his men. The six Thracian lieutenants fe ll on the Gypsies with their swords, swept them from the bluff and over the edge of the cliff like chaff. It was so swift and sudden, they didn't even h ave time to scream. Their bodies went b.u.mping, bouncing and clattering into the deep dark gorge.

'A friend at last,' Harry nodded. 'I thought I might find a few, at least.'

'It was you or them,' Bodrogk answered. 'To murder a worthy man, or sla ughter a handful of dogs. Thralldom to the Ferenczy, or freedom - for as lo ng as it may last. Not much of a choice. I made the only decision a man cou ld make. But if I had paused a moment to think . . . then it might have gon e the other way. For my wife's sake.' He explained his meaning.

'You've taken an enormous chance,' Harry told him, giving back his sword .

'The dead called out to me,' Bodrogk answered. 'In their thousands they cried out, all of them begging your life. Aye, and one especially, whose t ongue lashed like none other! Why, she might have been my own mother! But i nstead she was yours.'

Harry sighed, and thought: thank G.o.d for you, Ma!

'Your mother, yes,' said the other. 'She half-swayed me, and Sofia did the rest.'

'Your wife?'

'The same,' Bodrogk nodded, leading the way back towards the ruined cas tle in the heights. 'She said to me: "Where is your honour now, you who onc e was mighty? Rather the applause and cold comforts of the teeming dead, an d thralldom to Janos forever, than another urn filled with screaming ashes in the monster's vaults!"'

Harry said, 'We have much in common then, your lady and I.' And, on imp ulse: ^Bodrogk, I already have my cause but she must be yours. Only fight w ith Sofia in mind, and you cannot lose,' And deep inside, unseen, unheard, he prayed it was true. Except: 'I have no plan,' he admitted.

Bodrogk laughed, however grimly, and answered, 'A warrior without a swo rd, nor yet a plan of campaign!' But he grasped the Necroscope's shoulder a nd added: 'I have been dead a long time, Harry Keogh, but in my life I was a king of warriors, a general of armies. I was the Great Strategist of my r ace, and all the centuries flown between could not rob me of my cunning.'

Harry looked at the Thracian, striding gaunt, grim, dead and resurrected beside him. 'But will cunning suffice, when the vampire need only mutter a handful of words to return you to dust? I think you'd better tell me how thi s magic of his works, and then something of your plan.'

'The words of devolution may only be spoken by a Master, a Mage,' said B odrogk. 'Janos is one such. He must direct his words, aim them like an arrow to their target. And to hit the target he must first see it. Wherefore ...

we go up against him as individuals! You, me, my six, each man of us a unit in his own right. We approach and enter the castle from all sides. He cannot smite us all at once. And with mere words, even Words of Power, he can't sm ite you at all! Some of us shall fall, aye. What of it? We've fallen before; we desire to fall, and to remain fallen! But while Janos deals with some of us, the others - especially you, Harry - may live long enough to deal with him.'