"And good morning to you, sir. I"ve already met your daughter."
"Theodor Cuza," Papa replied hesitantly, with poorly veiled suspicion. He placed his gloved hand, stiff and gnarled, inside Glenn"s. There followed a parody of a handshake, then Glenn indicated one of the chairs to Magda.
"Try this. The ground"s still too damp to sit on."
Magda rose. "I"ll stand, thank you," she said with all the haughtiness she could manage. She resented his eavesdropping, and she resented his intrusion into their company even more. "My father and I were just leaving anyway."
As Magda moved toward the back of the wheelchair, Glenn laid a gentle hand on her arm.
"Please don"t go yet. I awoke to the sound of two voices drifting through my window, discussing the keep and something about a vampire. Let"s talk about it, shall we?" He smiled.
Magda found herself speechless, furious with the boldness of his intrusion and the casual presumption of his touching her. Yet she did not s.n.a.t.c.h her arm away. His touch made her tingle. It felt good.
Papa, however, had nothing to hold him back: "You must not mention one word of what you just heard to anyone! It could mean our lives!"
"Don"t give yourself a moment"s worry over that," Glenn said, his smile fading. "The Germans and I have nothing to say to each other." He looked back to Magda. "Won"t you sit? I brought the chair for you."
She looked at her father. "Papa?"
He nodded resignedly. "I don"t think we have too much choice."
Glenn"s hand slipped away as Magda moved to seat herself, and she felt a small, unaccountable void within her. She watched him swing the other chair around and seat himself on it backwards, straddling the ladderback and resting his elbows on the top rung.
"Magda told me last night about the vampire in the keep," he said, "but I"m not sure I caught the name he gave you."
"Molasar," Papa said.
"Molasar," Glenn said slowly, rolling the name over on his tongue, his expression puzzled. "Mo ... la ... sar." Then he brightened, as if he had solved a puzzle. "Yes-Molasar. An odd name, don"t you think?"
"Unfamiliar," Papa said, "but not so odd."
"And that," Glenn, said, gesturing to the cross still clutched in the twisted fingers. "Did I overhear you say that Molasar feared it?"
"Yes."
Magda noted that Papa was volunteering no information.
"You"re a Jew, aren"t you, Professor?"
A nod.
"Is it customary for Jews to carry crosses around?"
"My daughter borrowed it for me-a tool in an experiment."
Glenn turned to her. "Where did you get it?"
"From one of the officers at the keep." Where was all this leading?
"It was his own?"
"No. He said it came from one of the dead soldiers." She began to grasp the thread of deduction he seemed to be following.
"Strange," Glenn said, returning his attention to Papa, "that this cross did not save the soldier who first possessed it. One would think that a creature who feared the cross would pa.s.s up such a victim and search for another, one carrying no protective-what shall we call it?-charm."
"Perhaps the cross was stuffed inside his shirt," Papa said. "Or in his pocket. Or even back in his room."
Glenn smiled. "Perhaps. Perhaps."
"We didn"t think of that, Papa," Magda said, eager to reinforce any idea that might bolster his sagging spirits.
"Question everything," Glenn said. "Always question everything. I should not have to remind a scholar of that."
"How do you know I"m a scholar?" Papa snapped, a spark of the old fire in his eyes. "Unless my daughter told you."
"Iuliu told me. But there"s something else you"ve overlooked, and it"s so obvious you"re both going to feel foolish when I tell you."
"Make us feel foolish, then," Magda told him. Please! Please!
"All right: Why would a vampire so afraid of the cross dwell in a structure whose walls are studded with them? Can you explain that?"
Magda stared at her father and found him staring back at her.
"You know," Papa said, smiling sheepishly. "I"ve been in the keep so often, and I"ve puzzled over it for so long, I no longer even see the crosses!"
"That"s understandable. I"ve been through there a few times myself, and after a while they do seem to blend in. But the question remains: Why does a being who finds the cross repulsive surround himself with countless crosses?" He rose and easily swung the chair onto his shoulder. "And now I think I"ll go get some breakfast from Lidia and leave you two to figure out an answer. If there is one."
"But what"s your interest in this?" Papa asked. "Why are you here?"
"Just a traveler," Glenn said. "I like this area and visit regularly."
"You seem to be more than a little interested in the keep. And quite knowledgeable about it."
Glenn shrugged. "I"m sure you know far more than I do."
"I wish I knew how to keep my father from going back over there tonight," Magda said.
"I must go back, my dear. I must must face Molasar again." face Molasar again."
Magda rubbed her hands together. They had gone cold at the thought of Papa"s returning to the keep. "I just don"t want them to find you with your throat torn open like the others."
"There are worse things that can happen to a man," Glenn said.
Struck by the change in his tone, Magda looked up and found all the sunniness and lightness gone from his face. He was staring at Papa. The tableau held for only a few seconds, then he smiled again.
"Breakfast awaits. I"m sure I"ll see you again during our respective stays. But one more thing before I go."
He stepped around to the rear of the wheelchair and turned it in a 180-degree arc with his free hand.
"What are you doing?" Papa cried. Magda leaped to her feet.
"Just offering you a change of scenery, Professor. The keep-is, after all, such a gloomy place. This is much too beautiful a day to dwell on it."
He pointed to the floor of the pa.s.s. "Look south and east instead of north. For all its severity, this is a most beautiful part of the world. See how the gra.s.s is greening up, how the wild flowers are starting to bloom in the crags. Forget the keep for a while."
For a moment he caught and held Magda"s eyes with his own, then he was gone, turning the corner, the chair balanced on his shoulder.
"A strange sort, that one," she heard Papa say, a touch of a laugh in his voice.
"Yes. He most certainly is." But though she found Glenn strange, Magda felt she owed him a debt of grat.i.tude. For reasons known only to him, he had intruded on their conversation and made it his own, lifting Papa"s spirits from their lowest ebb, taking Papa"s most painful doubts and casting doubt in turn upon them. He had handled it deftly and with telling effect. But why? What did he care about the inner torment of a crippled old Jew from Bucharest?
"He does raise some good points, though," Papa went on. "Some excellent points. How could they not have occurred to me?"
"Nor to me?"
"Of course," his tone was softly defensive, "he"s not fresh from a personal encounter with a creature considered until now a mere figment of a gruesome imagination. It"s easy for him to be more objective. By the way, how did you meet him?"
"Last night, when I was out by the edge of the gorge keeping watch on your window-"
"You shouldn"t fret over me so! You forget that I helped raise you, you, not the other way around." not the other way around."
Magda ignored the interruption. "-he rode up on horseback, looking like he intended to charge right into the keep. But when he saw the lights and the Germans, he stopped."
Papa seemed to consider this briefly, then switched topics. "Speaking of Germans, I"d better be getting back before they come looking for me. I"d prefer to reenter the keep on my own rather than at gunpoint."
"Isn"t there a way we could-"
"Escape? Of course! You"ll just wheel me down the ledge road, all the way to Campina! Or perhaps you could help me onto the back of a horse-that would certainly shorten the trip!" His tone grew more acid as he spoke. "Or best of all, why don"t we go and ask that SS major for a loan of one of his lorries-just for an afternoon drive, we"ll tell him! I"m sure he"ll agree."
"There"s no need to speak to me that way," she said, stung by his sarcasm.
"And there"s no need for you to torture yourself with any hope of escape for the two of us! Those Germans aren"t fools. They know I I can"t escape, and they don"t think you"ll leave without me. Although I want you to. At least can"t escape, and they don"t think you"ll leave without me. Although I want you to. At least one one of us would be safe then." of us would be safe then."
"Even if you could could get away, you"d return to the keep! Isn"t that right, Papa?" Magda said. She was beginning to understand his att.i.tude. "You get away, you"d return to the keep! Isn"t that right, Papa?" Magda said. She was beginning to understand his att.i.tude. "You want want to go back there." to go back there."
He would not meet her eyes. "We are trapped here, and I feel I must use the opportunity of a lifetime. I would be a traitor to my whole life"s work if I let it slip away!"
"Even if a plane landed in the pa.s.s right now and the pilot offered to fly us to freedom, you wouldn"t go, would you!"
"I must must see him again, Magda! I must ask him about all those crosses on the walls! How he came to be what he is! And most of all, I must find out why he fears the cross. If I don"t, I-I"ll go mad!" see him again, Magda! I must ask him about all those crosses on the walls! How he came to be what he is! And most of all, I must find out why he fears the cross. If I don"t, I-I"ll go mad!"
Neither spoke for the next few moments. Long moments. But Magda sensed more than silence between them. A widening gap. She felt Papa drawing away, drawing into himself, shutting her out. That had never happened before. They had always been able to discuss things. Now he seemed to want no discussion. He wanted only to get back to Molasar.
"Take me back," was all he said as the silence went on and on, becoming unbearable.
"Stay a little longer. You"ve been in the keep too much. I think it"s affecting you."
"I"m perfectly fine, Magda. And I"ll decide when I"ve been in the keep too long. Now, are you going to wheel me back or do I have to sit here and wait until the n.a.z.is come and get me?"
Biting her lip in anger and dismay, Magda moved behind the chair and turned it toward the keep.
TWENTY.
He seated himself a few feet back from the window where he could hear the rest of the conversation below yet remain out of sight should Magda chance to look up again. He had been careless earlier. In his eagerness to hear, he had leaned on the sill. Magda"s unexpected upward glance had caught him. At that point he had decided that a frontal a.s.sault was in order and had gone downstairs to join them.
Now all talk seemed to have died. As he heard the creaky wheels of the professor"s chair start to turn, he leaned forward and watched the pair move off, Magda pushing from behind, appearing calm despite the turmoil he knew to be raging within her. He poked his head out the window for one last look as she rounded the corner and pa.s.sed from view.
On impulse, he dashed to his door and stepped out into the empty hall; three long strides took him diagonally across to Magda"s room. Her door opened at his touch and he went directly to the window. She was on the path to the causeway, pushing her father ahead of her.
He enjoyed watching her.
She had interested him from their first meeting on the gorge rim when she had faced him with such outward calm, yet all the while clutching a heavy stone in her hand. And later, when she had stood up to him in the foyer of the inn, refusing to give up her room, and he was seeing her then for the first time in the light with her eyes flashing, he had known that some of his defenses were softening. Deep-brown doe eyes, high-colored cheeks ... he liked the way she looked, and she was lovely when she smiled. She had done that only once in his presence, crinkling her eyes at the corners and revealing white, even teeth. And her hair ... the little wisps he had seen of it were a glossy brown ... she would be striking with her hair down instead of hidden away.
But the attraction was more than physical. She was made of good stuff, that Magda. He watched her take her father to the gate and give him over to the guard there. The gate closed and she was left alone on the far end of the causeway. As she turned and walked back, he retreated to the middle of her room so he wouldn"t be visible at the window. He watched her from there.
Look at her! How she walks away from the keep! She knows every pair of eyes on that wall is upon her, that at this very moment she is being stripped and ravished in half a dozen minds. Yet she walks with her shoulders back, her gait neither hurried nor dalliant. Perfectly composed, as if she"s just made a routine delivery and is on her way to the next. And all the while she"s cringing inside!
He shook his head in silent admiration. He had long ago learned to immerse himself in a sheath of impenetrable calm. It was a mechanism that kept him insulated, kept him one step removed from too intimate contact, reducing his chances for impulsive behavior. It allowed him a clear, serene, dispa.s.sionate view of everything and everyone around him, even when all was in chaos.
Magda, he realized, was one of those rare people with the power to penetrate his sheath, to cause turbulence in his calm. He felt attracted to her, and she had his respect-something he rarely awarded to anyone.
But he could not afford to get involved now. He must maintain his distance. Yet ... he had been without a woman for so long, and she was awakening feelings he had thought gone forever. It was good to feel them again. She had slipped past his guard, and he sensed he was slipping past hers. It would be nice to- No! You can"t get involved. You can"t afford to care. Not now. Of all times, not now! Only a fool- And yet...
He sighed. Better to lock up his feelings again before things got out of hand. Otherwise, the result could be disastrous. For both of them.
She was almost to the inn. He left the room, carefully closing the door behind him, and returned to his own. He dropped onto the bed and lay with his hands behind his head, waiting for her tread on the stair. But it did not come.
To Magda"s surprise, she found that the closer she got to the inn, the less she thought about Papa and the more she thought about Glenn. Guilt tugged at her. She had left her crippled father alone, surrounded by n.a.z.is, to face one of the undead tonight, and her thoughts turned to a stranger. Strolling around to the rear of the inn, she experienced a light feeling in her chest and a quickening of her pulse at the thought of him.
Lack of food, she told herself. Should have had something to eat this morning.
There was no one there. The ladderback chair Glenn had brought for her sat empty and alone in the sunlight. She glanced up to his window. No one there, either.
Magda picked up the chair and carried it around to the front, telling herself it wasn"t disappointment she felt, only hunger.
She remembered Glenn saying he intended to have breakfast. Perhaps he was still inside. She quickened her pace. Yes, she was hungry.
She stepped in and saw Iuliu sitting in the dining alcove to her right. He had sliced a large wedge from a wheel of cheese and was sipping some goat"s milk. He seemed to eat at least six times a day.
He was alone.