Harry nodded. 'It's as good a plan as any,' he said. 'But surely he isn't alon e?'

'He has his vampire thralls,' Bodrogk answered. 'Five of them. Three w ho were Szgany, and two but recently joined him. One of these is a woman w ith Powers -'

'Sandra,' Harry breathed her name, felt sick in the knowledge of how it mu st be for her, and how it was yet to be.

'And the other a man likewise talented,' Bodrogk continued. 'Janos brok e him to force his obedience. As for the woman: he did to her what he does to women, the dog!'

Then we have them to deal with, too.'

'Indeed - and now!' 'Now?'

They are waiting for us, there beneath the trees, beyond which lie those tumbled, cursed ruins. I am now supposed to give you into their hands, when t hey in turn will take you to their master.'

Harry looked, saw twisted, wind-blasted pines leaning towards the cliff s of the ultimate ridge. And in the shadows formed of their canopy, he also saw the yellow flames of vampire eyes, feral in the night. He reverted to true deadspeak, using only his mind to ask: Do you know how to deal with th em?

Do you? Question matched question.

The stake, the sword, the fire, Harry answered, grimly.

Swords we have, said Bodrogk. Fire too, in the torches which my men carry . And stakes? Aye . . . we cut a few while we waited for you at the cliff. Fo r, you see, there were vampires in my day, too. So let's be at it.

Janos's undead thralls came ghosting out of the trees. Their long arms reached for Harry; they smiled their ghastly smiles; not a one of them drea med that Bodrogk had renegued. But even as they ringed the Necroscope about , so the Thracians fell on them and cut them down!

It was butchery, and it was quick. All three vampires were beheaded, th rown to the ground and staked through their hearts. But only three? As Bodr ogk's men took up the bodies of their victims and draped them across low br anches, and set fire to the tinder-dry, resin-laden trees, Harry saw a croo ked figure standing a little apart. And in the next moment Ken Layard stepp ed into view. 'Harry!' he sighed. 'Harry! Thank G.o.d!'

Moonlight turned his sallow flesh golden as he opened his arms wide, cl osed his eyes and turned his face up to the night sky. The Thracians looked at Harry; there was nothing he could do; he nodded and turned away - - And saw a tall, dark figure standing at the edge of the ruins, only a doz en paces away.

Janos!

Bodrogk's men had done with Layard now. They too saw the vampire there in the dark of the ruins, his scarlet eyes furiously ablaze. The Thracians began to melt quickly back into shadows, but not quickly enough for two of them who stood close together.

Janos pointed at them, and his awful baying voice swelled out like a curse on the night air: 'OGTHROD AI'F - GEB'L EE'H - YOG-SOTHOTH!.

There was more, but the effects of the rune of dissolution were already a pparent. The two Thracians who were Janos's target had already cried out, fal len against each other, collapsed to insubstantial wraiths which, as he finis hed his devocation, drifted to the earth as dust!

Harry glanced all about; Bodrogk and his remaining four were nowhere to be seen; another terror approached.

The wolf - the Grey One which had also been part of his escort, but who had kept himself well back behind the party of Thracians - was now creepin g up on him, shepherding him towards the castle's master. The Necroscope st ooped, took up one of the bronze swords of the dematerialized Thracians, fe lt its great weight. Smaller than Bodrogk's sword, still it was no rapier.

Harry knew he couldn't hope to wield this thing, but it was better than not hing.

He looked for Janos, saw the monster's fleeting shadow moving back into the darkness of the ruins. A ploy, a feint: Harry's cue to pursue him. Well, and wasn't that what he was here for?

As he followed after Janos, so the Grey One rushed up behind him and sna pped at his heels. Harry stiffened his leg into a bar of flesh and bone and lashed out, and felt teeth crunch as his foot concertinaed the beast's slave ring muzzle. He snarled at the creature and took up his sword two-handed . .

. and astonishingly the wolf shrank back, whining!

Before Harry could wonder at the meaning of this, Bodrogk and one of his remaining four stepped from cover and together fell on the animal. The soun ds of their attack were brief and reminded Harry of nothing so much as a but cher's shop as they first crippled the beast, then cut short its yelping and howling by taking its head.

Harry's eyes were more accustomed to the dark now; in fact his clarity o f vision in the night was entirely remarkable and a wonder to him. But that was something else he had no time to consider. Instead he looked into the he art of the tumbled pile and saw Janos standing behind a toppled wall. The mo nster's gaze was fixed on a point beyond Harry - the Thracians, of course. B ut as he pointed his great talon of a hand, so the Necroscope shouted: 'Look out!'

'OGTHROD AI'F . . .' Janos commenced his crackling rune of devolution, and before he'd finished another Thracian had cried out, sighed, and crum bled into smoking, drifting dust. One of the two had been saved at least, and Harry found himself hoping it was Bodrogk.

But now the Necroscope went after Janos with a vengeance. Athletic, su re-footed even in the dark, he saw the vampire commence a descent apparent ly into the earth itself behind a mound of rubble. In the last moment befo re he disappeared he turned his freakish head and looked back, and Harry s aw the crimson lamps of his eyes. There was a challenge written there whic h the Necroscope couldn't resist.

He found the stone trapdoor raised above hollowed steps leading down, and almost without thought began his own descent - until a voice from behi nd stopped him. Looking back, he saw Bodrogk and his remaining warriors co nverging on him. 'Harry,' the great Thracian rumbled. 'You'll be first down. Go swiftly! Preserve my Sofia!'

He nodded, clambered down the spiralling stairwell - a wall of stone on on e side and a chasm opening on the other - down to the first landing. But setti ng foot on the solid stone floor . . .

Janos was waiting!

The vampire came from nowhere, knocked the sword out of Harry's hands, hurled the Necroscope against the wall with such force that all the wind was hammered out of him. Before he could draw breath Janos towered over hi m, closed one huge hand over his face and slammed his head against the wal l. Physically there was no match: Harry went out like a light.

Harry . . . Haaarry! his mother cried out to him, a hundred mothers like her, an even larger number of friends and acquaintances, and all the dead i n their graves across the world. Their voices soughed in the deadspeak aethe r, filled it, penetrated the threshold of Harry's subconscious mind and wrap ped him in their warmth. Warmth, yes, for the minds of the dead are differen t from the common clay of their once-flesh.

Ma? he answered through his pain and the struggle to rise up, back into th e conscious world. Ma . . . I'm hurt!

I know, son, she said, her voice br.i.m.m.i.n.g over. I feel it . . . we all of us do. Lie still, Harry, and feel how we feel for you. Behind her, the wash of background deadspeak was building up to a crescendo, a wall of mental moan ing.

Lying still won't help, Ma, he said. Nor all the gnashing of teeth I hear g oing on there. I'm going to have to shut you all out. I need to wake up. And wh en I've done that I'll need help just to live.

But the dead can help, Harry! she told him. There's one trying to contac t you even now who has part of the answer.

Mobius? She had to be talking about Mobius.

No, not him, Harry sensed the shake of her head. Another, someone who is much closer to you. Except there's not much left of him, Harry. You won't h ear him against all of this. Wait, and I'll see if I can quiet them.

She retreated, spoke to others, pa.s.sed on a message that spread outward s like ripples in a calm pond where a stone has been tossed, until it encom pa.s.sed the world. The mental babble quickly faded away and an extraordinary silence followed. Out of which -- Harry?

Whoever it was, his deadspeak was so weak that at first the Necroscope t hought he must be imagining it. But: Are you looking for me? he answered, eventually. Who are you?

/ am nothing, the other sighed. Not even a whimper, not even a ghost.

Or at very best a ghost even among ghosts. Why, even the dead have difficu lty hearing my voice, Harry! My name was George Vulpe, and five years ago my friends and I discovered the Castle Ferenczy. Harry nodded. He killed you, right?

He did more, worse, than that! the other moaned, his deadspeak thin as th e slither of dry, dead leaves. He took my life, my body, and left me without.

. . anything! Not even a place to rest.

Harry felt that this was very important. Can you explain?

I've spoken to a great many Zirras in the Place of Many Bones, George V ulpe told him. When the Ferenczy lay in his urn, they were the ones who cam e to feed and refuel him with their blood. But I was different. On my hands there were only three fingers!

Now Harry gasped. You were the one!

He has my body, the other said again. And I can't rest. Ever.

What was he? Harry wanted to know. / mean, how did he usurp you, dri ve you from your body?

The other explained. My blood drew him up from his urn. I was a son of his sons, from the Zirra clan. But I didn't know that. Only my blood knew.

He came from his urn? Harry pressed. As essential salts?

My blood transformed him.

Harry needed help to understand. He uncovered Faethor.

d.a.m.n you, Harry Keogh! the incorporeal vampire at once raged.

Be quiet! Harry told him. Explain what this man is saying to me.

Faethor heard Vulpe's story, said: Why, isn't it obvious?

Janos had taken precautions. When I reduced his brain and vampire both to ashes, his ever faithful Zirras hid him away in a secret place until he coul d perform this . . . this metempsychosis. But it wasn't merely a transfer of minds: Janos's leech was revived from its ashes. The creature itself entered this one's body! And now - But Harry at once closed him down again. And: George, he said, thanks f or your help. I don't see what good it will do me, but thanks anyway.

The only answer was a sigh, rapidly fading to nothing . . .

Harry strove to rise up from unconsciousness, to revive himself, to wak e up. And was on the verge of succeeding, then Mobius came.

Harry! Mobius cried. We have it! We believe we have it! He entered the Necroscope's mind, and in another moment: Yes, yes - this must be right! Bu t . . . are you ready?

I've never been so ready, Harry answered.

That's not what I meant, said Mobius. / mean, are you prepared mentally?

Prepared mentally? August, what is this?

The Mobius Continuum, Harry. I can open those doors, but not if you're not ready for it. There's a different universe in there, doors opening on p laces undreamed. Harry, I wouldn't want you to get sucked into your own min d! Sucked into - ? Harry shook his head. / don't follow.

Look . . . did you solve my problem?

Problem? Suddenly Harry felt rage and frustration boiling up in him. Y our f.u.c.king problem? What time do you think I've had for solving f.u.c.king p roblems?

Did you even think about it?

No . . . Yes!. . . yes, I thought about it.

And?

Nothing.

Harry, I'm going to open one of those doors . . . now!

The Necroscope felt nothing. Did it work?

It worked, yes, Mobius breathed. And if you have the equations, you shoul d be able to do the rest yourself.

But I don't feel any different.

Did you ever? Before, I mean?

No, but- I'll open another door. There!

But this time Harry did feel it. A sharp white lance of agony, setting of f fireworks in his head. It was something like the pain Harry Jnr had arrange d for him if ever he should be tempted to use his deadspeak, but since he was already unconscious its effect was greatly reduced. And it served an entirel y different purpose.

Instead of blacking him out, it jabbed him awake - - He came awake, into a waking nightmare!

Cold liquid burned his face, got into his throat and stung him, caused hi m to cough. It was - alcohol? Certainly it was volatile. It smoked, shimmerin g into vapour all around. And Harry was lying in it. He struggled to his hand s and knees, tried not to breathe the fumes, which were rising up into some s ort of flue directly overhead ... A blackened flue . . . Fire-blackened!

Harry kneeled in a basin or depression cut from solid rock, kneeled there in this pool of volatile liquid. Impressions came very quickly. He must be in the very bowels of the castle, down in the bedrock itself ... a huge cave . .

. and against the opposite wall where rough-hewn steps led up to the higher le vels . . . there stood Janos watching him! He held a burning brand aloft, his scarlet eyes reflecting its fire.

Their eyes met, locked, and Janos's lips drew back from his monstrous tee th in a hideous grin. 'And so you are awake, Necroscope,' he said. 'Good, for I desired that you should feel the fire which will make you mine forever!' H e looked at the torch in his hand, then at the floor. Harry looked, too. At a shallow trough or channel where it had been cut in the rock. It ran from Jan os's feet, across the floor, to the lip of the basin.

Jesus! Harry lurched for the rim of the shallow pool, and his hands shot out from under him. He wallowed in the liquid, put one hand on the rim an d drew himself up, heard Janos's mad laughter and saw him slowly lowering t he brand to the floor!

My problem, Harry! Mobius was hysterical in his horror.

Harry fought back terror to picture the thing, instinctively translating M obius's circ.u.mferences into diameters: And his intuitive mathematical talent, returned to him at last, did the rest.

What am I? Mobius howled, as the fire of Janos's torch descended to the l iquid fuse.

'Light!' Harry cried aloud. 'What else can you be? Only light expands at twice the speed of light - from nothing to a diameter of 744,000 miles in two seconds!'

Fire whooshed, came racing across the floor of the cave in a blue-glaring blaze.

Which light? Mobius was frantic.

'You were nothing until you came into existence,' Harry yelled. 'Therefore . . . you are the Primal Light!'

Yes!!! Mobius danced in Harry's mind. And my source was the Mobius Continuum! Welcome back, Harry!

Computer screens opened in Harry's mind even as the bowl became an infer no. Searing heat roared up in a tongue of blue fire that belched into the ch imney overhead. Liquid fire singed the hair from his head and face and set h is clothes blazing. It lasted perhaps one tenth of a second - until Harry co njured a Mobius door and toppled through it!

He knew where to go, conjured a second door and fell out of the Mobius Continuum into a deep drift of snow at the roof of the world. He was scorch ed, yes, but alive. Alive as never before. Elation filled him, and more tha n elation. His laughter - hysterical as Mobius's own -quickly died down, we nt out of him, became a growl that rumbled menacingly in his throat...

Janos had seen him disappear, and in that moment had known that Harry Keogh was invincible. The Necroscope had gone . . . where? And he'd be b ack . . . when? And what awesome Powers would he bring with him? Janos da red not wait to find out.

He bounded up the stairs through the lower limits of the castle's labyr inth bowels, eventually emerging in the area of ma.s.sively vaulted rooms whi ch housed his urns and jars and lekythoi. And discovered Harry there ahead of him! Harry, Bodrogk and the remaining Thracians.

Janos fell back to crouch against a wall, hissing, then straightened up to come forward again. 'You are dust!' he snarled at Bodrogk, and pointed his fi nger.

The huge Thracian chief and two of his captains ducked through an arched door into another room, but the third was caught in the blast of Janos's de vocation: 'OGTHROD AI'F, GEB'L - EE'H,.

YOG-SOTHOTH, 'NGAH'NG AI'Y,.

ZHRO!'.