Blackwood Farm (58 page)

“ ‘This one, this one who has the nucleus or the root, is he very old?'

“ ‘It's a woman,' he replied, ‘and she is ancient, as old as the Mother was, and she has no desire to rule, only to keep the root safe and to live as a witness to time, in a place apart from the world and its worries. With that kind of age comes a peace from the blood. She no longer needs to drink it.'

“ ‘When will that peace come for me?' I asked.

“He laughed softly, gently. ‘Not for thousands of years,' he said. ‘Though with the blood I gave you, you can go many nights with just the Little Drink or even nothing. You'll suffer but you won't become weak unto dying. That's the trick, remember. Don't become so weak that you can't hunt. That you must never do. Promise me.'

“ ‘It matters to you what happens to me?'

“ ‘Of course,' he said. ‘I wouldn't be with you here if it didn't. I gave you my blood, did I not?' He laughed but it was kindly. ‘You don't know what a gift it was, my blood. I've lived for so long. In the parlance of our kind, I'm a Child of the Millennia, and my blood is considered too strong for the young and unwise, but I hold you to be wise and so I gave it. Live up to it.'

“ ‘What do you expect of me now? I know that I'm to kill those who are evil and no others, yes, and the Little Drink must be done with stealth and grace, but what else do you expect?'

“ ‘Nothing, really,' he said. ‘You go where you wish to go and do what you wish to do. What will sustain you, how you will live, these are things you must figure out for yourself.'

“ ‘How did you do it?' I asked.

“ ‘Oh, you ask me to go back so many years,' he said. ‘My Master and my Maker were one, a great writer of the Greek tragedy just before and during the time of Aeschylus. He had been something of a roamer before he set to work in Athens writing for the theater, and he had traveled into India, where he bought me from a man I scarcely remember who kept me for his bed, and had educated me for his library, and who sold me for a dear price to the Athenian who brought me home to Athens to copy for him and be his bed slave. I loved it. The world of the stage delighted me. We worked hard on the scenery, the training of the chorus and of the solitary actor whom Thespis had introduced into the mix of the early theater as it was then.

“ ‘My Master wrote scores of plays—satires, comedies, tragedies. He wrote odes to celebrate victorious athletes. He wrote long epic poems. He wrote lyrics for his own pleasure. He was always waking me in the middle of the night to copy or merely to listen. “Wake up, Arion, wake up, you won't believe what I've done here!” he would say, shaking me and shoving a cup of water into my hands. You know that meter and rhythm were much more important to the Greeks back then. He was the past master of it all. He made me laugh with his pure cleverness.

“ ‘He wrote for every festival, every contest, every conceivable excuse, and was ever busy on every detail of the performance down to the procession that might precede it or the painting of the masks to be used. It was his life. That is, when we weren't traveling.

“ ‘It was his joy to go to other Greek colonies and there participate in the theater as well, and it was here in Italy that he encountered the sorceress who gave him the Power. We were living then in the Etruscan city that would later become Pompeii, and he had been involved in putting on a theatrical in the festival of Dionysus for the Greeks.

“ ‘I can still remember the night he came back to me, and how at first he would have nothing to do with me, and then he brought me into his presence and clumsily he drank from me, and when it seemed that I would die, when I was sure of it, he gave me the Blood in a blundering terrible moment, weeping and desperate and pleading with me to understand that he didn't know what had happened to him.

“ ‘We were neophytes together. We were Children in the Blood together. He burnt his plays, all of them. He said that all he had written was worthless. He was no more among humankind. To the end of his existence he sought sorcerers and witches to try to find some way to cure the Evil Blood in himself. And he perished before my very eyes, immolating himself when scarcely twenty-five years had passed. He left me a hardened orphan.

“ ‘But I have always been a resourceful soul, and, never wanting death, have not been tempted by it. I saw Greece fall to Rome. I saw my Master's plays in the bookshops and the marketplaces for a very long time—centuries. I saw my Master's personal poetry read and studied by young Roman boys, and then I saw the rise of Christianity and the loss of thousands of works—poetry, the drama, yes, even plays of Aeschylus, Sophocles and Euripides lost—history, letters—and with them the loss of my Master's name, and the salvage of a precious few from those days when I had known so many.

“ ‘I am content. I am resourceful still. I deal in diamonds and pearls. I use the Mind Gift to make me rich. I cheat no one. I am clever beyond what I need. And I keep Petronia always with me. I love the company of Manfred. He and I play chess and cards and we talk and we roam the streets of Naples together. I remember so vividly the night that she brought him here, cursing that she had had to keep a bargain.

“ ‘They had met here in Naples, she and he, and she had taken a fancy to visiting the swamps where he lived, and having there a hideaway. It had seemed to her an appropriate wilderness from which she could hunt the drifters and the drinkers and gamblers of New Orleans and all the Southland. And eventually, he built her a domicile and a fancy tomb such as she desired, and she loved to retreat to that place whenever she was angry with me, or whenever she wanted what was new and raw, and would be away from Italy, where everything had been done a hundred times over.

“ ‘But in time she'd come to promise Manfred that she would give him the Blood, because she had told him what she was, and at last she had had to keep her word, or so I told her, and do it she did, and brought him here, so that those he loved would think he had died in the swampland.

“ ‘Now it will be the same with you. They will imagine that you died in the swamp. Is that not so?'

“I didn't answer him.

“Then I said:

“ ‘Thank you for all you told to me, and for all you've taught me. I'm humble in your presence. I'd be a fool if I claimed to fully understand your age, the value of your perspective, your patience. I can only offer gratitude. May I put one more question to you?'

“ ‘Of course you may. Put any question.' He smiled.

“ ‘You've lived over two thousand years, perhaps closer to three,' I said.

“He paused, then he nodded.

“ ‘What have you given back to the world on account of this?' I asked.

“He stared at me. His face became thoughtful but it remained warm and cordial. And then he said gently, ‘Nothing.'

“ ‘Why?' I asked.

“ ‘What should I give?' he asked.

“ ‘I don't know,' I said. ‘I feel as though I'm going mad. I feel as though if I'm to live forever I have to give something back.'

“ ‘But we're not part of it, don't you see?'

“ ‘Yes,' I said with a gasp. ‘I see only too clearly.'

“ ‘Don't torment yourself. Think on this matter for a while. Think. You have time, all the time in the world.'

“I was near to weeping. But I swallowed it back down.

“ ‘Let me ask you,' he said. ‘When you were alive, did you feel you had to give back something for life?'

“ ‘Yes,' I said. ‘I did.'

“ ‘I see. And so you are like my old Master with his poetry. But you mustn't follow his example! Imagine it, Quinn, what I have seen. And there are small things to do. There are loving things.'

“ ‘You think so?' I asked.

“ ‘I know so,' he said. ‘But come, let's go back to the palazzo. I know Petronia is waiting for you.'

“I laughed a short ironic little laugh. ‘That's comforting,' I said.

“As we stood to leave the café I stopped and looked at myself intently in the mirrored wall. I looked human enough even to my enhanced vision. And no one in the café had so much as stared at us, except for an occasional pair of pretty girls who had come and gone after their espresso. Human enough. Yes. I was pleased with it. I was magnificently pleased with it.”

42

“WHEN WE RETURNED
to the palazzo, which we did by ordinary means, that is, walking, we were told by the young serving girl, who was now frightened out of her wits, that Petronia was in her dressing room and wanted to see me there.

“I found the room entrancing. The entire wall was covered in mirrors, and Petronia sat at a great curve of granite, on a bench that appeared made of the same material, with a velvet cushion on it, while the young Adonis finished her hair.

“She was clad as a man in a buff-colored velvet coat and pants, with a ruffled white shirt that would have looked good in the eighteenth century, I well imagined, and at her throat was a huge rectangular cameo that was crowded with little figures, the whole thing surrounded by diamonds.

“Her hair was pulled straight back from her face, and the boy was plaiting it for her. She had two threads of diamonds running over her head, which as I've mentioned was beautifully shaped for this kind of severity, and the two threads of diamonds were being plaited into her hair.

“The room was open to the sea like all the rooms of the palazzo which I had seen, though I think I forgot to mention it with the bath.

“The sky appeared violet to me in spite of the hour, and once again the stars seemed to be moving; in fact the sky appeared to be moving into the room.

“My breath was quite literally taken away from me, not merely by the stars and their various patterns but by the sheer beauty of Petronia in her sharp male clothing, with her bold head once again revealed by the austerity of her pulled-back hair.

“I stood for a long few moments gazing at her as she looked back at me, and then the young Adonis told her softly that the plait was complete and the diamond clasp applied to the end.

“She turned around and gave him what appeared to be a very large amount of money and said, ‘Go out, enjoy yourself, you've done well.' He bowed and backed out of the room, as though he'd been dismissed by the Queen of England, and then he was gone.

“ ‘So you find him beautiful, do you?' she asked.

“ ‘Do I? I don't know,' I said. ‘Everything charms me. As a human being I was an enthusiast. Now I think I'm losing my mind.'

“She rose from the cushioned bench and came towards me, and then she took me in her arms. ‘All the wounds I inflicted, they've healed. Am I right?'

“ ‘Yes, you're right,' I said. ‘Except the wound no one can heal, the one I inflicted on myself, that I killed the innocent young woman, that I murdered her at her own wedding. No one can heal that. And no time will heal it either, and I don't suppose it should.'

“She laughed. ‘Come, let's join the others,' she said. ‘All your grandfather knows is how to play chess. He was a raving poker player when I first met him. He beat me at it, if you can believe it, and that Rebecca, she was cagey too, I tell you, and don't go moping after her, but I must tell you—about the bride, I've had the most splendid night.'

“Within moments we were in the big room with the ominous and empty gold cage at the end of it. I pictured a giant bird inside it. Certainly I hadn't looked like a bird. I thought of Caravaggio's
Victorious Cupid.
Had I looked a little like that?

“ ‘I must tell you what happened,' Petronia went on, drawing the attention of Arion. ‘It was the best luck. The bride's father and husband, you know, were first-rate killers, and of course the little minx knew it, so salve your conscience with that if you wish, Quinn. But they sent an armed guard here tonight, some four bravos as we used to call them, because we were recognized, it seems, and you can imagine the fun I had with them. Now it doesn't please me to bully mortals, no matter what you think to the contrary, Quinn, but there were four of them.'

“ ‘And where are they now?' said Arion. He sat at the table with the Old Man, who was looking at the chessboard. I sat between them.

“Petronia walked up and down in front of us.

“ ‘Gone, into the sea,' she responded. ‘In their car, over the cliff. Like that. It was nothing. But the fighting here before I disposed of the bodies, now that was a class act.'

“ ‘I'm sure,' said Arion with faint disgust. ‘And that's made you happy.'

“ ‘Supremely happy. I drank my fill from the last one, and that was the finest part of it. No. I take that back. The fight was the finest part of it, killing them before they could draw their weapons and make a nasty hole in my body! It was divinely exciting. It made me think I should fight more often, that it's not enough to kill.'

“Arion shook his head wearily. ‘You should talk more elegantly for your fledgling. Tell him a few rules.'

“ ‘What rules?' she inquired. She continued to stride back and forth, almost to the windows and then again to the murals, her eyes sweeping the room around her and then seeming to drift over the stars.

“ ‘Oh, all right. Rules,' she said. ‘You never disclose to any mortal what you are or what we are. How's that for a rule? You never kill one of our kind. Is that enough for you, Arion? I don't know that I remember anything else.'

“ ‘You know you do,' he said. He too was looking at the chessboard. He made a move with his queen.

“ ‘You cover up the kill as to bring no notice to yourself,' she said with a flair, ‘and always, always!' she stopped and stared at me, pointing her finger in a declarative manner. ‘Always, you respect your Maker as your Master, and to strike out at your Maker, your Master, is to merit destruction at his or her hands. How's that?'

“ ‘That's all very good,' said the Old Man in his deep bass with his jowls trembling. He squeezed my shoulder and smiled at me with his big loose mouth. ‘Now give him the warnings. He needs warnings.'

“ ‘Such as what!' said Petronia disgustedly. ‘Don't be scared of your own shadow!' she said pointedly. ‘Don't act like you're old when you're immortal! What else?'

“ ‘The Talamasca, tell him about the Talamasca,' said the Old Man, nodding at me, mouth turned up in the manner of a fish. ‘They know about us, they do!' he said with an emphatic nod. ‘And you mustn't ever fall for their blandishments. Do you know that word, my son? They flatter you with their curiosity, which is what they do to everyone! Flattery is their calling card. But you must never yield to them. They're a secret order of psychics and magicians, and they want us! They want to lock us up in their castles here in Europe and study us in their laboratories as though we were rats!'

“I was speechless. I tried to wipe my mind clean of all thought of Stirling. But the Old Man was peering at me in a probing fashion.

“ ‘Ah, what do I see but that you've known them? They've already invited themselves into your life because you were a seer of spirits! Oh, this is most dangerous. What is this? A plantation house? You must never risk being in the vicinity of them again.'

“ ‘It was all broken off a long time ago,' I said. ‘I saw spirits, yes. I'll probably continue to see them.'

“Arion shook his head no. ‘Ghosts don't come to our kind, Quinn,' he said quietly.

“ ‘No, indeed not,' said Petronia, walking and walking. ‘You'll find that your familiar has vanished should ever you go back to spy perhaps on those you used to know and love.'

“I said nothing.

“I looked at the chessboard. I watched the Old Man put Arion's queen in check.

“ ‘What other rules are there?' I asked.

“ ‘Don't make others,' said Arion, ‘without the permission of your Maker, or the eldest of those who make up the group in which you live.'

“ ‘You mean I can make another?' I asked.

“ ‘Of course you can,' said Arion, ‘but you must resist the temptation. As I told you, you can do it only with the permission of Petronia, or in reality, my permission, as you are in my house.'

“Petronia made a contemptuous scoffing sound.

“ ‘That may come to be your worst temptation,' said Arion. ‘But you're too young and too weak to make the transformation. Remember it, what I'm telling you. Don't be a fool in this. Don't share eternity with someone you may come to despise or even hate.'

“I nodded.

“There was a long silence during which time Petronia stopped at the window and looked out at the stars.

“ ‘There is one other warning,' she said. She turned back and looked at me. ‘If you go back to the swampland, and some night you might, just to spy on your beloved aunt, that great lady, or for some other simple reason, don't be tempted to hunt New Orleans. The Talamasca keeps a tight watch for us there, and though they're bumbling mortals they can do us harm. But there is one other danger and that is a powerful Blood Hunter who styles himself the Vampire Lestat. He rules New Orleans and he destroys young Blood Hunters. He's ruthless, iconoclastic and self-centered. He's written books about us which pass as fiction. A lot of the stories in those books are true.'

“I was quiet for a long time.

“She came over to the table, and, drawing up a chair, she put her arm around Arion and she watched the game. Arion had saved his queen, but just barely, and was now about to be checkmated in a very sly way. I saw it coming but I saw he didn't by the pieces he was moving and what his eyes were doing, and then quite suddenly there came the Old Man's surprise move, and Arion sat back, amazed and then smiling and shaking his head.

“ ‘Another game!' he said. He started laughing. ‘I demand it.'

“ ‘And so you shall have it!' said the Old Man, his face all atremble.

“As the Old Man was setting up the pieces I slowly rose to my feet.

“ ‘I'm going to leave you, gentlemen,' I said. ‘I thank you for your hospitality and your gifts.'

“ ‘What are you talking about?' said Petronia.

“ ‘I'm going home,' I said. ‘I want my family.'

“ ‘What do you mean, you're going home!' she demanded. ‘Have you taken leave of your senses?'

“ ‘No, I haven't. And I wish now to abolish our bargain. The Hermitage is mine. I reclaim it as of now. I need the mausoleum for my hiding place by day, and I need the rest of it for a getaway in the night. Now, I'll leave you to your chess, and again I thank you—.'

“Arion rose to his feet.

“ ‘But how will you get home?' he asked gently. ‘You can defy gravity very well over short distances, and with great speed, perhaps more than you know. But you can't travel halfway around the world. It will be years before you have that skill.'

“ ‘I'm going the way any mortal would go,' I responded.

“ ‘And what will you do when you get there!' demanded Petronia, looking up at me.

“ ‘Live in my house as I've always done,' I said. ‘Live in my room where I've always lived. Be with my family as I've always been. I'll do that as long as I can. I won't give them up.'

“Petronia rose slowly. ‘But you don't know how to pretend to be human. You don't have the faintest idea.'

“ ‘Yes, I do,' I said. ‘I watched you do it, and you're ancient by your stories and yet you managed in a roomful of people. Why should it be so hard for me? Besides, I'm determined to do it. I won't relinquish the life I had.'

“ ‘Won't you realize,” Petronia said, ‘that if you take those mortals into your secret, you'll destroy them?'

“ ‘I'll protect them from it with my whole heart,' I said. ‘You won't make me lose my nerve.'

“ ‘You can't just leave here and do this, Quinn,' said Arion gently. ‘Besides, why would you? You don't belong with humans now.'

“ ‘Must I ask your permission?' I countered, looking him directly in the eye.

“He shrugged gracefully, just as I knew he would.

“ ‘No, you don't have to ask me.'

“ ‘I don't give a damn what you do!' said Petronia, just as I knew she would.

“I smiled. ‘Then the Hermitage is now mine?' I asked.

“ ‘Take it as a present from me,' she said venomously.

“I looked down at the Old Man. ‘Manfred, we'll meet another night.'

“ ‘Be careful, my son,' he said.

“I left the room, and, finding the grand stairs of the palazzo, was soon out, walking down a narrow winding path to the city below.

“Within twenty minutes I walked into the lobby of the Hotel Excelsior, where we had stayed on three occasions on our trips to Naples, and went to the desk of the concierge. He remembered me and immediately asked after Aunt Queen.

“ ‘I've been robbed. Everything's gone,' I said. ‘I need to make a collect call to my aunt.'

“The phone was at once placed at my disposal. And a suite was being prepared.

“It was Jasmine who answered. She began to sob. When Aunt Queen came on the line, she was damn near hysterical.

“ ‘Listen,' I said. ‘I can't explain this, but I'm in Naples, Italy. I need my passport, and I need funds badly.' I told her over and over again how much I loved her and how unexpected this was, even for me, and that I would never be able to explain, but the thing now was for me to spend a decent night in the hotel and then start the flight home tomorrow evening.

“Finally Nash came on the line to give all the appropriate numbers to the cashier, and I was officially set up with every convenience, and I was told that airline tickets would be delivered to me. I explained to Nash that I would only travel at night—that I wanted to fly from here to Milan on an evening flight, then from Milan to London on another evening flight, and from thence to New York in one evening. From there, of course, I'd return to New Orleans.

“When I shut the door of the suite, I went into a state of shock.

“It seemed my life had been a series of escalating fears, and this fear I knew now was the worst. It was quiet and cold and worse than panic, and I felt my heart throbbing in my throat. It seemed there would never be any relief from this fear, never any relief from this pain.