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velvet, what with cameo buttons, no less, and his handsome yellow hair shimmering as it ought to do in the familiar light
of his numerous lamps.
"Your long slumber frightened me," I confessed. "There were times when I could have sworn you were no longer in the
body. Of course I talk again of a form of hearing denied to me as your pupil. But I speak of a human instinct in me which
is quite strong."
I went on telling him how it had so completely unnerved me to see him thus, to be unable to rouse him, and to fear that
his soul had taken to wandering and might not return.
He was silent for some moments, and I thought for a split second that I saw a shadow fall over his face. Then he gave
me a warm smile and gestured for me to worry no more.
"Maybe some night I'll tell you about it," he said. "For now let me say that there was some truth in your conjecture. I
wasn't always there." He broke off, thinking, even whispering something which I couldn't hear. Then he went on. "As for
where I was, I can't now explain it. But again, maybe some night, to you, above all others, I will try."
My curiosity was dreadfully aroused and for a moment I was maddened by him, but when he began to laugh at me, I
remained silent.
"I won't go back to my slumber," he said finally. He became quite sober and convincing. "I want you all to be assured of
it. Years have passed since Memnoch came to me. You might say it took all my reserve to weather that terrible ordeal. As
for the time when I was waked before by Sybelle's music, I was more nearly close to all of you than I came to be some
time later on."
"You tease me with hints that something happened to you," I said.
"Perhaps it did," he answered, his vacillations and his playful tone infuriating me. "Perhaps it did not. David, how am I
to know? Be patient. We have each other now again, and Louis has ceased to be the emblem of our discontent. Believe
me, I'm happy for that."
I smiled and I nodded, but the mere thought of Louis brought to mind the gruesome sight of his burnt remains in the
casket. It had been the living proof that the quiet omnipotent glory of the daily sun would never shine upon me again. It
had been the living proof that we can perish so very easily, that all the mortal world is a lethal enemy during those hours
between dawn and dusk.
"I've lost so much time," Lestat remarked in his habitual energetic fashion, eyes moving about the room. "There are so
many books I mean to read, and things I mean to see. The world's around me again. I'm where I belong."
I suppose we might have spent a quiet evening after that, both of us reading, both of us enjoying the comfort of those
lushly domestic Impressionist paintings, if Merrick and Louis had not come so suddenly up the iron stairs and down the
corridor to the front room.
Merrick had not given up her penchant for shirtwaisted dresses and she looked splendid in her dark-green silk. She led
the way, the more reticent Louis coming behind her. They both sat upon the brocade sofa opposite, and straightaway
Lestat asked:
"What's wrong?"
"The Talamasca," said Merrick. "I think it's wise to leave New Orleans. I think we should do it at once."
"That's sheer nonsense," said Lestat immediately. "I won't hear of it." At once his face was flushed with expression.
"I've never been afraid of mortals in my life. I have no fear of the Talamasca."
"Perhaps you should have," said Louis. "You must listen to the letter which Merrick has received."
"What do you mean, 'received?'" asked Lestat crossly. "Merrick, you didn't go back to the Motherhouse! Surely you
knew such a thing couldn't be done."
"Of course I didn't, and my loyalty to the rest of you is total, don't question it," she fired back. "But this letter was left at
my old house here in New Orleans. I found it this evening, and I don't like it, and I think it's time that we reconsider
everything, though you may lay it down as my fault."
"I won't reconsider anything," said Lestat. "Read it."
As soon as she drew it out of her canvas bag, I saw it was a handdelivered missive from the Elders. It was written on a
true parchment meant to stand the test of centuries, though a machine had no doubt printed it for when did the Elders ever
put their own hands to what they wrote?
"Merrick,
We have learnt with great dismay about your recent experiments in the old house in which you were born. We order
you to leave New Orleans as soon as you possibly can. Have no further discourse with your fellow members in the
Talamasca, or with that select and dangerous company which has so obviously seduced you, and come to us in
Amsterdam directly.
Your room is already prepared for you in the Motherhouse, and we expect these instructions to be obeyed.
Please understand that we want, as always, to learn with you from your recent and ill-advised experiences, but there
can be no miscalculation as to our admonitions. You are to break off your relations with those who can never have our
sanction and you are to come to us at once."
She laid it down in her lap.
"It bears the seal of the Elders," she said.
I could see this wax stamp plainly.
"Why are we to care that it bears their seal," demanded Lestat, "or the seal of anyone else? They can't force you to come
to Amsterdam. Why do you even entertain such an idea?"
"Be patient with me," she spoke up immediately. "I'm not entertaining any such idea. What I'm saying is that we've been
carefully watched."
Lestat shook his head. "We've always been carefully watched. I've masqueraded as one of my own fictions for over a
decade. What do I care if I'm carefully watched? I defy anyone to harm me. I always have in my fashion. I've rarely ...
rarely ... been wrong."
"But Lestat," said Louis, leaning forward and looking him directly in the eyes. "This means the Talamasca has made
what they believe to be a sighting of us David and me on Merrick's premises. And that's dangerous, dangerous because
it can make enemies for us among those who truly believe in what we are."
"They don't believe it," declared Lestat. "No one believes it. That's what always protects us. No one believes in what we
are but us."
"You're wrong," said Merrick before I could speak up. "They do believe in you ."
"And so 'they watch and they are always here,'" said Lestat, mocking the old motto of the Order, the very motto printed
on the calling cards I once carried when I walked the earth as a regular man.
"Nevertheless," I said quickly, "we should leave for now. We cannot go back to Merrick's house, any of us. As for here
in the Rue Royale, we cannot remain."
"I won't give in to them," said Lestat. "They won't order me about in this city which belongs to me. By day we sleep in
hiding at least the three of you choose to sleep in hiding but the night and the city belong to us."
"How so does the city belong to us?" asked Louis with near touching innocence.
Lestat cut him off with a contemptuous gesture. "For two hundred years I've lived here," he said in a passionate low
voice. "I won't leave because of an Order of scholars. How many years ago was it, David, that I came to visit you in the
Motherhouse in London? I was never afraid of you. I challenged you with my questions. I demanded you make a separate
file for me among your voluminous records."
"Yes, Lestat, but I think now things might be different." I was looking intently at Merrick. "Have you told us
everything, darling?" I asked.
"Yes," she said, staring before her as if at the workings of the very problem. "I've told you everything, but you see, this
was written some days ago. And now everything's changed." She looked up at me, finally. "If we're being watched, as I
suspect we are, then they know just how much everything has changed."
Lestat rose to his feet.
"I don't fear the Talamasca," he declared with heavy emphasis. "I don't fear anyone. If the Talamasca had wanted me it [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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