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ready!
Trevor, just a second ago you said you can't help being what you are any more
than I can.
Did that mean more than it sounded? You must have read quite a lot, in my
mind.'
And after a long pause:
I won't lie to you, Harry. I know what's happened to you, what you're
becoming. You don't know how sorry 1 am.
'Pretty soon,' said the Necroscope, 'the whole damn rat pack will be after
me.'
I know. And I know what you'll do then, and where you'll go.
Again Harry's nod. 'But it's like my Ma told me,' he said. 'It's a strange and
sinister place.
Any help I can get, I'll probably need it.'
Is there something I can do? Not much, I reckon. Not from where I am right
now.
'Actually, yes,' said Harry. 'We could do it right now. But I won't take that
sort of advantage. If the thing works, that will be soon enough. And even then
- especially then -
the decision will still be yours.'
So ...
when?
(Again Jordan's breathlessness.)
Tomorrow.'
Jesus!
But: 'Don't!' the Necroscope cautioned him then. 'Curse all you want, but be
careful who you name . . .'
After that they talked generally and remembered old times. A pity there wasn't
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Brian Lumley - Necroscope 5 - Deadspeak good to remember. Oh, good had come
out of it, but it had been evil as Hell at the time.
And after a lull in their deadspeak conversation:
Harry, you know that Paxton's still watching you, don't you?
It was Jordan who had first brought the mindspy to the
Necroscope's attention. Harry remembered that with gratitude. But ever since
the initial warning a week ago, it had been his own intuition which alerted
him to the telepath's proximity.
His first instinctive reaction to the problem had been to invoke a talent he'd
inherited from
Harold Wellesley, an ex-boss of E-Branch who had suicided after being found
out as a double-agent. Wellesley's talent had been a negative sort of thing:
his mind had been better than the vaults of a bank, literally impregnable. But
it had seemed to make him the ideal candidate for head of the British mindspy
security organization. Had seemed to, anyway.
By way of atonement, he'd passed on his talent to Harry.
But Wellesley's talent was sometimes a two-edged sword: if you bolt your doors
against your enemies, your friends get locked out, too. Also, when you blow
out the candle in a deep cave, everyone goes blind. Harry would prefer the
light, prefer to know Paxton was there and what he was about.
And in any case it was draining to have to keep his guard up like that. Power,
all power, has to be generated somewhere, and with the Necroscope's constantly
increasing emotional stress his batteries were already sufficiently drained.
Now it was the business of Harry's intuition to keep tabs on the mindspy, his
intuition and the expanding intelligence of the thing inside him, its waxing
talents. Eventually these would develop into a sort of telepathy in their own
right - into telepathy and other forms of
ESP -but it could do no harm to have Jordan's brand of the art as an 'optional
extra'.
Jordan heard that, too.
Harry, there's no sweat on that. I
know you're different. Anything I can give you, take it.
Now or after you
...
try it out on me, it makes no difference. I'm not going to change my mind.
You'll use it to protect yourself, of course you will, but not to hurt us, I'm
sure.
'Us?'
People, Harry. I don't think you could hurt people.
'I wish I could be so sure. But the thing is, it won't be me. Or it will be,
but I won't think the same any more.'
So all you have to do is stick to your plan. When you know it's coming - or
when circumstances force you to take defensive or evasive action - that's when
you get the hell out of it.
'Chased out of my own world!' the Necroscope growled.
That or let the genie out of its bottle, yes.
'You're a straight talker, Trevor.'
Isn't that what friends are for?
'But in a way you're a kind of genie in a bottle yourself, right?' Harry's
contrary Wamphyri side was surfacing, his need to argue the point. Any point.
Jordan hadn't sensed it yet, but in any case he was trying to keep the
conversation light.
Maybe that's where those old Moslem legends spring from, eh? A man with the
Power, who knows the magic words, calling up a powerful slave from dust in a
bottle. What is
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Brian Lumley - Necroscope 5 - Deadspeak your wish, O Master?
'My wish?' Harry's voice was gaunt as his face. 'Sometimes I wish to fuck I'd
never been born!'
And now
Jordan sensed it: Harry's duality - the strange tides in his blood, eroding
the coastline of his will - the horror which challenged his human ascendancy
even now, whose challenge was strengthening hour by hour, day by day.
You're tired, Harry. Maybe you should take it easy for a while. Get some
sleep.
'At night?' The Necroscope chuckled, but drily, darkly. 'It's not my nature,
Trevor.'
You have to fight it.
'I've been fighting it!' Harry's growl was deeper. 'All I do is fight it.'
Jordan was silent for a moment. Then:
Maybe . . . Maybe we should give it a break now.
His deadspeak was full of trembling. Harry could feel his fear, the terror of
a dead man.
And to his innermost self, where Jordan couldn't reach:
Oh, God! Even the dead are afraid of me now.
He stood up abruptly, starting to his feet so as almost to topple his chair.
And lurching to the curtains he looked out through an inch of space where the
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