"Well, yes, but even the oldest flesh can be pierced, sliced." I stopped. I swallowed. I couldn't speak of this in such a crude and unfeeling way. I couldn't think of that spectacle again--her severed head, and the body, the body struggling to get to the head, arms reaching.
"And now you do know," I said. I took a deep breath and banished all that from my mind. "I described it precisely."
He nodded. A dark shadow passed over his face. "We can always be dispatched in that way," he said. He narrowed his eyes as if reflecting. "Decapitation. Surer than immolation when we're speaking of the ancient ones, of the most ancient...."
A silence fell between us.
"I loved her, you know," I said. "I loved her."
"Yes, I do know," he said, "and, you see, I did not. And so this doesn't matter to me very much. What matters much more is that I love you."
I was deeply moved. But I couldn't find words to say what I wanted so much to say. I put my arms around him, and kissed him.
"We'll see each other again," I said.
"Yes, that's my devout wish," he whispered.
Years later, when I came searching for them again, hungering for them, desperate to know if they were all right, I couldn't find them. In fact, I never actually found them again.
I didn't dare to send out a telepathic call for them. I had always kept my knowledge of them tightly locked in my heart, out of fear for them.
And for a long time I lived in terror that Maharet and Mekare had destroyed them.
Sometime later, a few years into the new century, I did something that was rather unusual for me. I'd been brooding over how Akasha died, thinking about the mystery of how we could so easily be destroyed by decapitation. I went into the shop of a specialist in antique armor and weaponry and hired him to make a weapon for me. This was in Paris.
I'd designed the weapon myself. It looked on paper like a medieval horseman's ax, with a narrow two-foot handle and a half-moon blade with a length of maybe twelve inches. I wanted the handle to be weighted, as heavy as the craftsman could make it. And that blade, it had to be weighted too but deadly sharp. I wanted the sharpest metal on earth, whatever it was. There was to be a hook and a leather thong on the end of the handle, just like in medieval times, so I could wear that thong around my wrist, or carry the ax blade down beneath one of my long frock coats.
The craftsman produced a beauty. He warned me it was too heavy for a man to comfortably swing. I wasn't going to like it. I laughed. It was perfect. The gleaming crescent-shaped blade could slice a piece of ripe fruit in half or a silk scarf blowing in the breeze. And it was heavy enough to destroy a tender tree in the forest with one powerful swing.
After that, I kept my little battle-ax near at hand, and often wore it, hung from a button inside my coat, when I went out roaming. Its weight was nothing to me.
I knew I wouldn't have too much of a chance against the Fire Gift from an immortal like Seth or Maharet or Mekare. But I could use the Cloud Gift to escape. And in a face-to-face confrontation with other immortals, with this ax I'd have a terrific advantage. If used with the element of surprise it could probably take down anyone. But then how do you surprise the very ancient ones? Well, I had to try to protect myself, didn't I?
I don't like being at the mercy of others. I don't like being at the mercy of God. I polished and sharpened the ax now and then.
I worried a lot about Seth and Fareed.
I heard tell of them once in New York, and another time in New Mexico. But I couldn't find them. At least they were alive. At least the twins hadn't destroyed them. Well, maybe then the twins would not.
And as the years passed, there were more and more indications that Maharet and Mekare thought little or not at all about the world of the Undead, which leads me now into my meeting with Jesse and David two years ago.
4
Trouble in the Talamasca and in the Great Family
BENJI HAD BEEN broadcasting for quite a long while by the time I finally met Jesse Reeves and David Talbot in Paris.
I'd overheard David's telepathic plea to the vampire Jesse Reeves to come to him. It was something of a coded message. Only someone who knew that both blood drinkers had once been members in the ancient Order of the Talamasca would have understood it--David calling to his red-haired fellow scholar to please meet with her old mentor, if she would be so kind, who'd been searching for her in vain, with news to share of their old compatriots. He'd gone so far as to reference a cafe on the Left Bank for a meeting, a place they'd known in earlier years, "those sunny times," and vowed he'd be on the watch for her nightly until he saw her or heard from her.
I was shocked by all this. In my wanderings, I'd assumed always that Jesse and David were fast companions, still studying together in the ancient archives of Maharet's secret jungle compound, which she shared with her twin sister in Indonesia. It had been years since I'd visited the compound, but I had had it in my mind to go there sometime soon due to the troubles I was suffering in my heart, and my general doubts about my own stamina to survive the misery I was now enduring. Also, I'd been very concerned that Benji's persistent broadcasts to "the vampire world" might eventually rile Maharet and draw her out of her retreat to punish Benji. Maharet could be provoked. I knew that firsthand. After my encounter with Memnoch, I'd provoked her and drawn her out. I worried about that more than I cared to admit to myself. Benji, the nuisance.
And now this, David searching for Jesse as if he hadn't seen her in years, as if he no longer knew where Maharet or Mekare could be found.
I had half a mind to go looking for the twins first. And finally I did.
I took to the skies easily enough and went south, discovering the spot and discovering that it had long been abandoned.
It was chilling to walk through the ruins. Maharet had once had many stone rooms here, gated gardens, screened-in areas where she and her sister could roam in solitude. There had been a bevy of native mortal servants, generators, satellite dishes, and even cooling machines, and all the comforts the modern world could provide in such a remote spot. And David had told me of the libraries, of the shelves of ancient scrolls and tablets, of his hours of speaking to Maharet about the worlds she'd witnessed.