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bl.necroscope2-第62章

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sed and raged。 I picked up her stunned sister; carried her to the dungeon and tossed her inside。
 Ehrig came crawling。 He had managed somehow to remove the thong from his neck;…which was white and puffy and looked sliced as if by a knife around its entire circumference。 Similarly; his head at the back was strangely lumpy; deformed like a freak's or a cretin's。 He could hardly speak and his manner was childlike in the way of simpletons。 Perhaps I had damaged his brain; and the vampire in him had not yet corrected it。
 〃Thibor!〃 he husked his amazement。 〃My friend; Thibor! The Ferenczy…did you kill him?〃
 〃Treacherous dog!〃 I kicked at him。 〃Here; amuse yourself with this。〃
 He fell upon the woman where she lay moaning。 〃You've forgiven me!〃 he cried。
 〃Not now; not ever!〃 I answered。 〃I leave her here because she's one too many。 Enjoy yourself while you may。〃 As I barred the door he had already begun to rip his filthy clothes off; hers too。
 Now; climbing the spiralling steps; I heard the wolves again。 Their song had a triumphant note to it。 What now?
 Like a madman I raced through the castle。 The massive door in the foot of the tower was secure; and the causeway burned down…where would Faethor attempt his next assault? I went to the battlements…only just in time!
 The air over the castle was full of tiny bats。 I saw them against the moon; flitting in their myriads; their concerted voices shrill and piercing。 Was that how the Ferenczy would e: flitting like a great bat; a stretchy blanket of flesh falling out of the night to smother me? I shrank down; gazed fearfully up into the vault of the night sky。 But no; surely not; his fall had injured him and he would not yet be ready to tax himself so greatly; there must be some other route with which I was not familiar。
 Ignoring the bats; which came down at me in waves; but not so close as to strike or interfere with me; I went to the perimeter wall and looked over。 Why I did this I can't say; for it would take more than any mere man to climb walls as sheer as these。 Fool that I was…the Ferenczy was no mere man!
 And there he was: flat to the wall; making his way agonisingly slowly; like a great lizard; up the stonework。 A lizard; aye; for his hands and feet were huge as banquet platters and sucked where they slapped the walls! Horrified to my roots; I stared harder in the dark。 He had not yet seen me。 He grunted quietly and his huge disc of a hand made a quagmire sound where it left the wall and groped upward。 His fingers were long as daggers and webbed between。 Hands like that would pull a man's flesh from his bones as if they were plucking a chicken!
 I looked wildly about。 The bubbling cauldrons of oil were positioned at the ends of the span; where the great hall joined the towers。 Rightly so; for who would suppose that a man could crawl under the flying buttresses and e up that way; with nothing but the gorge and certain death beneath him?
 I flew to the closest cauldron; laid my hands on its rim。 Agony! The metal was hot as hell。
 I took my sword belt and passed it through the metal framework of the tilting engine; then dragged device and cauldron and all back the way I had e。 Oil splashed and drenched my boot; one foot of the tilting bench went through a rotten plank and I must pause to free it; the entire contraption jerked and shuddered through friction with the planking; so that I knew Faethor must hear me and guess what I was about。 But finally I had the cauldron above the spot where I had seen him。
 I glanced fearfully over the parapet…and a great groping sucker hand came up over the rim; missed my face by inches; slapped down and gripped the coping of the wall!
 How I gibbered then! I threw myself on to the tilting device; turned the handle furiously; and saw the cauldron bearing over towards the wall。 Oil spilled and ran down the cauldron's side。 It met the hot brazier and caught fire; my boot went up in flames。 The Ferenczy's face came up over the rim of the parapet。 His eyes reflected the leaping flames。 His teeth; whole again; were gleaming white slivers of bone in his gaping jaws; with that flickering abomination of a tongue slithering over them。
 Shrieking; I worked at the handle。 The cauldron tilted; slopped a sea of blazing oil towards him。
 〃NO!〃 he croaked; his voice a broken bell。 〃NO…NO …NOOOOOO!〃
 The blue and yellow fire paid him no heed; ignored his cry of terror。 It washed over him; lit him like a torch。 He wrenched his hands from the wall and reached for me; but I fell back out of harm's way。 Then he screamed again; and launched himself from the wall into space。
 I watched the fireball curving down into darkness and turning it day bright; and all the while the Ferenczy's scream echoed back up to me。 His myriad minion bats flocked to him mid…flight; dashing their soft bodies against him to quell the flames; but the rush of air thwarted them。 A torch; he fell; and his scream was a rusty blade on the ends of my nerves。 Even blazing; he tried to form a wing shape; and I heard again that rending and crackling sound。 Ah; what sweet agony that must have caused him; with his crisp skin splitting instead of stretching; and the burning oil getting into the cracks!
 Even so; he half…succeeded; began to glide as before; and as before struck a tree and so went spinning and crashing through the pines and out of sight。
 He left a few sparks and scraps of fire drifting on the air; and a host of scorched bats skittering crippled against the moon; and a lingering odour of roasted flesh。 And that was all。
 Still I wasn't satisfied that he was dead; but I was satisfied that he wouldn't be back that night。 It was now time to celebrate my triumph。
 I doused the fire where it had taken hold of dry timbers; shut down the burning braziers; and went wearily to Faethor's living quarters。 There was good wine there which I sipped warily; then gulped heartily。 I spitted pheasants; sliced an onion; nibbled on dry bread and swilled wine until the birds were done。 And then I dined royally。 It was a good meal; aye; and my first in a long time; and yet。。。 it lacked something。 I couldn't say just what。 Fool; I still thought of myself as a man。 In other ways; however; I still was a man!
 I took a stone jar of proven wine with me and went unsteadily to the lady in the locked room。 She did desire to receive me; but I was in no mood for arguments。 I took her again and again; in as many ways as entered my head; so I entered her。 Only when she was exhausted and slept did I; too; sleep。
 And so the castle of Faethor Ferenczy became mine。 。
 
 
 Chapter Ten
 Harry Keogh's nimbus of blue fire burned bright in the stirless glade over Thibor's tumbled mausoleum; and Keogh's incorporeal mind was aware of the passage of time。 In the M?bius continuum time was a very nearly meaningless concept; but here in the first low foothills of the Carpatii Meridionali it was very real; and still the dead vampire's tale was not pletely told。 The important part…for Harry; and for Alec Kyle and INTESP …was still to e; but Harry knew better than to ask directly for the information he desired。 He could only press Thibor to the bitter end。
 〃Go on;〃 he urged; when t
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