![]() ![]() I warned you, Harry Keogh! the spirit of Boris Dragosani joined in, sharper than that of Thibor. Surely it is now time for you to tell me certain things. Did you stay in the castle as Faethor had commanded, or did you return to Kiev? You ended your days in Wallachia, right here, in these cruciform hills. What? Go on? Thibor seemed mildly surprised. 'Go on,' he urged, when the vampire's pause threatened to stretch indefinitely. He could only press Thibor to the bitter end. The important part - for Harry, and for Alec Kyle and INTESP - was still to come, but Harry knew better than to ask directly for the information he desired. In the Möbius 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 completely told. 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. ![]()
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