anner.bloodandgold-第108章
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〃Ah；〃 he replied； as if these were the magic words that he needed from me。 And then he led me further inside and shut the giant wood door behind us。 〃I'll take you where you might wait；〃 he said。 〃I think that Raymond Gallant is sleeping。〃
But he's alive； I thought。 That's what matters。 I caught the scent of many mortals in this place。 I caught the scent of food that had recently been cooked。 I caught the scent of oak fires and as I looked up I saw the faint smoke of chimneys against the sky which I had not perceived earlier。
With no further questioning； I was soon led by torchlight up a winding stone stairway in one of the many towers。 Over and over again I looked out of small windows at the bleak land。 I saw the dim outline of a nearby town。 I could see the patches of the farmers' fields。 All looked so very peaceful。
At last the boy anchored his torch； and； lighting a candle from it； opened two heavily carved doors to reveal a huge room with sparse but beautiful furnishings。
It had been a long time since I had seen heavily carved tables and chairs； and fine tapestries。 It had been a long time since I had seen rich golden candlesticks and handsome chests with velvet draperies。
It all seemed a feast for the eyes； and I was about to sit down when there came rushing into the room a spry elderly man with streaming gray hair in a long heavy white nightshirt who gazed at me with
brilliant gray eyes； crying out：
〃Marius！〃
It was Raymond Gallant； it was Raymond in his final years； and I felt a terrible shock of pleasure and pain as I looked at him。
〃Raymond；〃 I said； and I opened my arms； and gently enfolded him。 How frail he felt。 I kissed him on both cheeks。 I held him back tenderly that I might look at him。
His hair was still thick and his forehead smooth as it had been so long ago。 And when he smiled； his mouth seemed that of the young man I remembered。
〃Marius； what a wonder it is to see you；〃 he cried。 〃Why did you never write to me again？ 〃
〃Raymond； I've e。 I can't account for time and what it means to us。 I've e； and I'm here； and I'm glad to be with you。〃
He stopped； turning from right to left suddenly and then he cocked his head。 He seemed as agile and quick as he had ever been。 He was listening。
〃They're all aware that you're here；〃 he said； 〃but don't worry。 They won't dare to e into this room。 They're far too disciplined for that。 They know I will not permit it。〃
I listened for a moment； and I confirmed what he had said。 Mortals throughout the immense sprawling castle had sensed my presence。 There were mind readers among these mortals。 Others seemed to
possess some keen hearing。
But I distinguished no supernatural presence here。 I caught no inkling of the 〃infidel〃 he had described in his letter。
And I caught no menace from anyone either。 Nevertheless； I marked the nearby window； and noting that it was heavily barred though otherwise open to the night； wondered if I could easily break through it。 I thought that I could。 I felt no fear。 In fact； I felt no fear of this Talamasca because it seemed to feel no fear of me and had
admitted me so guilelessly。
〃e； sit down with me； Marius；〃 Raymond said。 He drew me near to an immense fireplace。 I tried not to gaze with concern at his thin palsied hands； or his thin shoulders。 I thanked the gods that I had e tonight； and that he was still here to greet me。
He called out to the sleepy boy who remained still at the door。
〃Edgar； build the fire and light it； please。 Marius； you will forgive me；〃 he said。 〃I'm very cold。 Do you mind it？ I understand what
happened to you。〃
〃No； not at all； Raymond；〃 I said。 〃I can't fear fire forever on that account。 Not only am I healed now； I'm stronger than ever I was before。 It's quite a mystery。 And you； how old are you？ Tell me；
Raymond。 I can't guess it。〃
〃Eighty years； Marius；〃 he said。 He smiled。 〃You don't know how I've dreamed of your ing。 I had so much more to tell you。 I didn't dare to write it in a letter。〃
〃And rightly so；〃 I said； 〃for the letter was read； and who knows what might have happened？ As it was； the priest who received it for me could not make much of it。 I understand everything； however。〃
He motioned to the door。 Two young men at once entered the room； and I made them out to be the simple sort rather like the busy Edgar who was piling up the oak in the fireplace。 There were richly carved stone gargoyles above the fire。 I rather liked them。
〃Two chairs；〃 said Raymond to the boys。 〃We'll talk together。 I'll tell you all lean。〃
〃Why are you so generous to me； Raymond？〃 I asked。 I wanted so to fort him； to stop his agitation。 But as he smiled at me； as if to reassure me； as he put his hand gently on my arm； and urged me towards the two wooden chairs which the boys had brought to the hearth； I saw that he did not need my fort。
〃I'm only very excited； my old friend；〃 he said。 〃You mustn't be concerned for me。 Here； sit down。 Is this fortable enough for you？〃
The chairs were as heavily carved as every bit of ornament in the room； and the arms were the paws of lions。 I found them beautiful as well as fortable。 I looked about myself at the many bookshelves； and mused as I have often done on how all libraries subdue me and seduce me。 I thought of books burnt and books lost。
May this be a safe place for books； I thought； this Talamasca。
〃I have been decades in a stone room；〃 I said in a muted voice。 〃I am quite fortable。 Will you send the boys away now？〃
〃Yes； yes； of course； only let them bring me some warm wine；〃 he replied。 〃I need it。〃
〃Please； how could I be so inconsiderate？〃 I replied。
We were now facing each other； and the fire had begun with a riot of deep good fragrance ing from the burning oak； and a warmth that I even enjoyed； I had to admit it。
One of the boys had brought Raymond a red velvet dressing gown； and once he was clothed in this； and settled in his chair； he did not seem so fragile。 His face was radiant after all； his cheeks actually rosy； and I could easily see the young man in him that I had once known。
〃My friend； should anything e between us；〃 he said； 〃let me give you to know that she still travels in her old way； rapidly through many European cities。 Never to England； for I don't think they want to cross the water； though no doubt they can； contrary to folklore。〃
I laughed。 〃Is that the folklore？ That we can't cross water？ It's
nonsense；〃 I said。 I would have said more； but I wondered if it were wise。
He apparently took no note of my hesitation。 He plunged on：
〃She has for the last few decades traveled under the name of the Marquisa De Malvrier； and her panion the Marquis of the same name； though it is she who goes to Court more often than he does。 They're seen in Russia； in Bavaria； in Saxony…in countries in which old ceremony is honored； seeming from time to time to need the courtly balls and the immense Roman church ceremonies。 But understand； I have gleaned my account of this from many different reports。 I'm sure of nothing。〃
The warm wine was being set upon a small stand beside him。 He took the cup in his hands。 His hands were shaking。 He drank from the wine。
〃But how do such reports e to you？〃 I asked。 I was fascinated。 There was no doubt he was telling me the truth。 As for the rest of the house； I could hear its many inhabitants all around us； waiting in silence it seemed for some kind of summons。
〃Forget them；〃 he said。 〃What can they learn from this audience？〃 he asked。 〃They are all faithful members。 To answer your questions； we go out sometimes in the guise of priests seeking information about those whom we call vampires。 We inquire as to mysterious deaths。 And so we gather information which is meaningful to us when it may not be meaningful to others。〃
〃Ah； of course。 And you take note of the name when it is mentioned in Russia or Saxony or Bavaria。〃
〃Exactly。 I tell you it is De Malvrier。 They have a liking for it。 And I shall tell you something else。〃
〃Please； you must。〃
〃Several times we have found upon the wall of a church inscribed the name；
