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HIS NAME WAS THORNE。 In the ancient language of the runes； it had been longer…Thornevald。 But when he became a blood drinker； his name had been changed to Thorne。 And Thorne he remained now； centuries later； as he lay in his cave in the ice； dreaming。
When he had first e to the frozen land； he had hoped he would sleep eternally。 But now and then the thirst for blood awakened him and using the Cloud Gift； he rose into the air； and went in search of the Snow Hunters。
He fed off them； careful never to take too much blood from any one so that none died on account of him。 And when he needed furs anc boots he took them as well； and returned to his hiding place。
These Snow Hunters were not his people。 They were dark of skin and had slanted eyes； and they spoke a different tongue； but he had known them in the olden times when he had traveled with his uncle into the land to the East for trading。 He had not liked trading。 He had preferred war。 But he'd learnt many things on those adventures。
In his sleep in the North； he dreamed。 He could not help it。 The Mind Gift let him hear the voices of other blood drinkers。
Unwillingly he saw through their eyes； and beheld the work as they beheld it。 Sometimes he didn't mind。 He liked it。 Moderr things amused him。 He listened to far…away electric songs。 With the Mind Gift he understood such things as steam engines and railroads he even understood puters and automobiles。 He felt he knew the cities he had left behind though it had been centuries since he'd forsaken them。
An awareness had e over him that he wasn't going to die。 Loneliness in itself could not destroy him。 Neglect was insufficient。 And so he slept。
Then a strange thing happened。 A catastrophe befell the world of the blood drinkers。
A young singer of sagas had e。 His name was Lestat； and in his electric songs； Lestat broadcast old secrets； secrets which Thorne had never known。
Then a Queen had risen； an evil and ambitious being。 She had claimed to have within her the Sacred Core of all blood drinkers； so that； should she die； all the race would perish with her。
Thorne had been amazed。
He had never heard these myths of his own kind。 He did not know that he believed this thing。
But as he slept； as he dreamt； as he watched； this Queen began； with the Fire Gift； to destroy blood drinkers everywhere throughout the world。 Thorne heard their cries as they tried to escape； he saw their deaths in so far as others saw such things。
As she roamed the earth； this Queen came close to Thorne but she passed over him。 He was secretive and quiet in his cave。 Perhaps she didn't sense his presence。 But he had sensed hers and never had he encountered such age or strength except from the blood drinker who had given him the Blood。
And he found himself thinking of that one； the Maker； the red…haired witch with the bleeding eyes。
The catastrophe among his kind grew worse。 More were slain； and out of hiding there came blood drinkers as old as the Queen herself； and Thorne saw these beings。
At last there came the red…haired one who had made him。 He saw her as others saw her。 And at first he could not believe that she still lived； it had been so long since he'd left her in the Far South that he hadn't dared to hope she was still alive。 The eyes and ears of other blood drinkers gave him the infallible proof。 And when he looked on her in his dreams； he was overwhelmed with a tender feeling and a rage。
She thrived； this creature who had given him the Blood； and she despised the Evil Queen and she wanted to stop her。 Theirs was a hatred for each other which went back thousands of years。
At last there was a ing together of these beings…old ones from the First Brood of blood drinkers； and others whom the blood drinker Lestat loved and whom the Evil Queen did not choose to destroy。
Dimly； as he lay still in the ice； Thorne heard their strange talk； as round a table they sat； like so many powerful Knights； except that in this council； the women were equal to the men。
With the Queen they sought to reason； struggling to persuade her to end her reign of violence； to forsake her evil designs。
He listened； but he could not really understand all that was said among these blood drinkers。 He knew only that the Queen must be stopped。
The Queen loved the blood drinker Lestat。 But even he could not turn her from disasters； so reckless was her vision； so depraved her mind。
Did the Queen truly have the Sacred Core of all blood drinkers within herself？ If so； how could she be destroyed？
Thorne wished the Mind Gift were stronger in him； or that he had used it more often。 During his long centuries of sleep； his strength had grown； but now he felt his distance and that he was weak。
But as he watched； his eyes open； as though that might help him to see； there came into his vision another red…haired one； the twin sister of the woman who had loved him so long ago。 It astonished him； as only a twin can do。
And Thorne came to understand that the Maker he had loved so much had lost this twin thousands of years ago。
The Evil Queen was the mistress of this disaster。 She despised the red…haired twins。 She had divided them。 And the lost twin came now to fulfill an ancient curse she had laid on the Evil Queen。
As she drew closer and closer to the Queen； the lost twin thought only of destruction。 She did not sit at the council table。 She did not know reason or restraint。
〃We shall all die；〃 Thorne whispered in his sleep； drowsy in the snow and ice； the eternal arctic night coldly enclosing him。 He did not move to join his immortal panions。 But he watched。 He listened。 He would do so until the last moment。 He could do no less。
Finally； the lost twin reached her destination。 She rose against the Queen。 The other blood drinkers around her looked on in horror。 As the two female beings struggled； as they fought as two warriors upon a battlefield； a strange vision suddenly filled Thorne's mind utterly； as though he lay in the snow and he were looking at the heavens。
What he saw was a great intricate web stretching out in all direc…
tions； and caught within it many pulsing points of light。 At the very
center of this web was a single vibrant flame。 He knew the flame was
the Queen； and he knew that the other points of light were all the other blood drinkers。 He himself was one of those tiny points of light。 The tale of the Sacred Core was true。 He could see it with his own eyes。 And now came the moment for all to surrender to darkness and silence。 Now came the end。
The far…flung plex web grew glistening and bright； the core appeared to explode； and then all went dim for a long moment； during which he felt a sweet vibration in his limbs as he often felt in simple sleep； and he thought to himself； Ah； so； now we are dying。 And there is no pain。
Yet it was like Ragnarok for his old gods； when the great god； Heimdall； the World Brightener； would blow his horn summoning the gods of Aesir to their final battle。
〃And we end with a war as well；〃 Thorne whispered in his cave。 But his thoughts did not end。
It seemed the best thing that he live no more； until he thought of her； his red…haired one； his Maker。 He had wanted so badly to see her again。
Why had she never told him of her lost twin？ Why had she never entrusted to him the myths of which the blood drinker Lestat sang？ Surely she had known the secret of the Evil Queen with her Sacred Core。
He shifted； he stirred in his sleep。 The great sprawling web had faded from his vision。 But with unmon clarity he could see the
red…haired twins； spectacular women。
They stood side by side； these ely creatures； the one in rags； the other in splendor。 And through the eyes of other blood drinkers he came to know that the stranger twin had slain the Queen； and had taken the Sacred Core within herself。
〃Behold； the Queen of the Damned；〃 said his Maker twin as she presented to the others her long…lost sister。 Thorne understood her。 Thorne saw the suffering in her face。 But the face of the stranger twin； the Queen of the Damned； was blank。
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