bl.necroscope2-第53部分
按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
gypsy had said that the old Ferengi didn't have much use for mirrors； or for sunlight。 I wasn't exactly sure what he'd meant； but I seemed to remember something of the sort from old campfire legends。 In any case I didn't have a lot of choice。 If Faethor was vulnerable； then there was only one sure way to find out。
Before he could close with me； and avoiding places where the timbers seemed suspect； I ran across the roof。 He came after me like a great loping wolf； but pulled up short when I tore down a mirror from its fastenings and turned to face him。 His yellow eyes went very wide and he bared bloodied teeth at me like rows of shattered spires。 He hissed and his forked tongue flickered like crimson lightning between his jaws。
I held the 〃mirror〃 in my hands and knew at once what it was： a sturdy bronze shield； possibly old Varyagi。 It had a grip at the back for my hand。 Aye； and I knew how to use it…but if only it were spiked in the centre of its face！ Then； unwitting； the burnished bronze caught a stray ray from the scythe of sun setting on the hills…caught it and hurled it straight into Faethor's snarling visage。 And now I knew old Arvos's meaning。
The vampire cringed before that blaze of sunlight。 He shrank down into himself； threw up spider hands before his face； backed off a pace。 I was never one to waste an opportunity。 I pursued； drove the buckler clanging into his face； kicked at his loins again and again as I forced him back。 And whenever he'd make to advance on me； then I'd catch the sun and throw it in his teeth； so that he had no chance to gather his reserves。
In this way I beat him back across the roof； with kicks and blows and blinding rays of sunlight。 Once his leg went through the rotten roof； but he dragged it out and continued to retreat before me； frothing and cursing his fury。 And so at last he came up against the parapet wall。 Beyond that parapet was eighty feet of thin air； then the rim of the gorge and three hundred feet of almost sheer slope clad in close…packed； spiky pines。 Down at the bottom was the bed of a rivulet。 In short； a nightmare of vertigo。
He looked over the rim； glanced at me with eyes of fire…eyes of fear？ At which precise moment the sun dipped down out of sight。
The change in Faethor was instantaneous。 The twilight deepened； and the Ferenczy swelled up like some great bloating toadstool！ His face split open in the most soul…wrenching smile of triumph…which I at once crushed under one last battering blow of my buckler。
And over he went。
I couldn't believe that I'd got him。 It seemed a fantasy。 But even as he toppled so I clung to the parapet wall and peered after him。 Then。。。 the strangest thing！ I saw him like a dark blot falling towards the greater darkness。 But in another moment the shape of the blot changed。 I thought I heard a sound like a vast stretching； like giant knuckles cracking； and the shape hurtling towards the trees and the gorge seemed to unfurl like a huge blanket。 It no longer fell so swiftly； nor even vertically。 Instead it seemed to glide like a leaf； away from the castle's walls； out a little way over the gorge。
It dawned on me then that in the fullness of his powers Faethor might indeed have flown； in a fashion； from these battlements。 But I had taken him by surprise； and in the shock of falling he had lost precious moments。 Too late； he'd wrought a great change in himself； flattening himself like a sail to trap the rushing air。 Too late； because even as I stared in fascination； so he struck a high branch。 Then； in a dark whirling and a snapping of branches； the blot was gone。 There followed from below a series of crashes； a shriek； a final； distant thud。 And silence 。
I listened for long moments in the rapidly deepening gloom。 Nothing。
And then I laughed。 Oh； how I laughed！ I stamped my feet and thumped the top of the parapet wall。 I'd got the old bastard； the old devil。 I'd really got him！
I stopped laughing。 True； I had thrown him down from the wall。 But。。。 was he dead？
Panic gripped me。 Of all men； I knew how difficult it was to kill a vampire。 Proof of that was right here on the roof with me； in the shape of the gurgling； fitfully twitching Ehrig。 I hurried to him。 His face was blue and the thong had buried itself in the flesh of his neck。 His skull； which had been soft at the back where I'd crashed it against the wall； was already hard。 How long before he awakened？ In any case； I couldn't trust him。 Not to do what must now be done。 No； I was on my own。
Quickly I carried Ehrig back down into the bowels of the castle； to our cell in the roots of one of the towers。 There I dumped him and barred the door。 Perhaps the vampire filth under the earth would find him and devour him before he recovered fully。 I didn't know and cared much less。
Then I hurried through the castle； lighting lamps and candles wherever I found them； illuminating the place as it had not been lit in a hundred years。 Perhaps it had never known such light as I now brought into being in it。
There were two entrances： one was across the drawbridge and through the door I'd used when first I arrived here escorted by Faethor's wolves； which I now barred； the other was from a narrow ledge in the cliff at the rear； where a roofed over causeway of doubtful timbers formed a bridge from the ledge to a window in the wall of the second tower。 Doubtless this had been the Ferenczy's bolthole； which he'd never had cause to use。 But if he could get out that way； so could he get in。 I found oil； drenched the planking； set fire to the causeway and stayed long enough to ensure that it was well ablaze。
I paused periodically at other embrasures to gaze out on the night。 At first there were only the moon and stars； stray wisps of cloud； the valley； silvered； touched occasionally by fleeting shadows。 But as I proceeded with my task of lighting and securing the castle； so I was aware that things were beginning to stir。 A wolf howled mournfully afar； then closer； then many wolves。 The trees in the gorge were inky now； ominous as the gates to the underworld。
In the first tower I found a barred； bolted room。 A treasure house； maybe？ I threw back the bolts； lifted the bar； put my shoulder to the door。 But the key had been turned in the great lock and removed。 I leaned my ear to the oak panels and listened： there was sly movement in there； and。。。 whispering？
Perhaps it was as well the door was locked。 Perhaps it had been locked not to keep thieves out but something else。
I climbed to the hall where Faethor had poisoned me； and there found my weapons where I had last seen them。 More； I took down from the wall a mighty long…handled axe。 Then； armed to the teeth； I returned to the locked room。 There I loaded my crossbow and placed it close to hand； stuck my sword point…down in a crack in the floor； ready for grasping； and took both hands to the axe in a huge swing at the door。 I succeeded with that blow in caving in a narrow panel； but at the same time I dislodged from its hiding place atop the lintel a rusty iron key。
The key fitted the lock。 I was on the point of turning it to enter； when …such a clamouring from the wolves！ So loud I could hear its doomful dinning even down here！ Something was afoot。
I left the door unopened； took up my weapons and raced up winding stairs to the upper levels。 Wolves howled all around the castle now； but they were loudest at the rear。 In a very little while I traced the uproar to the burning causeway； and arrived in time to see the bridge go crashing down； blazing into the back chasm。 And there across the gap were Faethor's wolves in a pack； crowding the narrow ledge。
Behind them in the shadow of the cliff。。。 was that the Ferenczy himself？ The hairs on my neck stood erect。 If it was him； he stood crookedly； like a queer bent shadow。 Broken from his fall？ I took up my crossbow but when I looked again…gone！ Or perhaps he'd never been there。 The wolves were real enough； however； and now the leader； a giant of a beast； stood at the rim measuring the gap。
It would be a leap of all of thirty feet； possible only if he had a clear run along the ledge。 And even as I thought it； so the lesser wolves made way； shrank back into shadows； le
