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Cuza hesitated, then began leading up to the question he most wanted to ask. "Are there more like you?"

"You mean undead? Moroi? Moroi? There used to be. I don't know about now. Since awakening, I've sensed such reluctance on the part of the living to accept my existence that I must a.s.sume we were all killed off over the last five hundred years." There used to be. I don't know about now. Since awakening, I've sensed such reluctance on the part of the living to accept my existence that I must a.s.sume we were all killed off over the last five hundred years."

"And were all the others so terrified of the cross?"

Molasar stiffened. "You don't have it with you, do you? I warn you-"

"It's safely away. But I wonder at your fear of it." Cuza gestured to the walls. "You've surrounded yourself with bra.s.s-and-nickel crosses, thousands of them, and yet you panicked at the sight of the tiny silver one I had last night."



Molasar stepped to the nearest cross and laid his hand against it. "These are a ruse. See how high the cross-piece is set? So high that it is almost no longer a cross. This configuration has no ill effect on me. I had thousands of them built into the walls of the keep to throw off my pursuers when I went into hiding. They could not conceive of one of my kind dwelling in a structure studded with 'crosses.' And as you will learn if I decide I can trust you, this particular configuration has special meaning for me."

Cuza had desperately hoped to find a flaw in Molasar's fear of the cross; he felt that hope wither and die. A great heaviness settled on him. He had to think! And he had to keep Molasar here-talking! He couldn't let him go. Not yet.

"Who are 'they'? Who was pursuing you?"

"Does the name Glaeken Glaeken mean anything to you?" mean anything to you?"

"No."

Molasar stepped closer. "Nothing at all?"

"I a.s.sure you I never heard the word before." Why was it so important?

"Then perhaps they are gone," Molasar muttered, more to himself than to Cuza.

"Please explain yourself. Who or what is a Glaeken?"

"The Glaeken were a fanatical sect that started as an arm of the Church in the Dark Ages. Its members enforced orthodoxy and were answerable only to the Pope at first; after a while, however, they became a law unto themselves. They sought to infiltrate all the seats of power, to bring all the royal families under their control in order to place the world under a single power-one religion, one rule."

"Impossible! I am an authority on European history, especially this part of Europe, and there was never any such sect!"

Molasar leaned closer and bared his teeth. "You dare call me a liar within the walls of my home? Fool! Fool! What do you know of history? What did you know of me-of my kind-before I revealed myself? What did you know of the history of the keep? What do you know of history? What did you know of me-of my kind-before I revealed myself? What did you know of the history of the keep? Nothing! Nothing! The Glaeken were a secret brotherhood. The royal families had never heard of them, and if the later Church knew of their continued existence, it never admitted it." The Glaeken were a secret brotherhood. The royal families had never heard of them, and if the later Church knew of their continued existence, it never admitted it."

Cuza turned away from the blood-stench of Molasar's breath. "How did you you learn of their existence?" learn of their existence?"

"At one time, there was little afoot in the world that the moroi moroi were not privy to. And when we learned of the Glaeken's plans, we decided to take action." He straightened with obvious pride. "The were not privy to. And when we learned of the Glaeken's plans, we decided to take action." He straightened with obvious pride. "The moroi moroi opposed the Glaeken for centuries. It was clear that the successful culmination of their plans would be inimical to us, and so we repeatedly foiled their schemes by draining the life from anyone in power who came under their thrall." opposed the Glaeken for centuries. It was clear that the successful culmination of their plans would be inimical to us, and so we repeatedly foiled their schemes by draining the life from anyone in power who came under their thrall."

He began to roam the room.

"At first the Glaeken were not even sure we existed. But once they became convinced, they waged all-out war. One by one my brother moroi moroi went down to true death. When I saw the circle tightening around me, I built the keep and locked myself away, determined to outlast the Glaeken and their plans for world dominion. Now it appears that I have succeeded." went down to true death. When I saw the circle tightening around me, I built the keep and locked myself away, determined to outlast the Glaeken and their plans for world dominion. Now it appears that I have succeeded."

"Very clever," Cuza said. "You surrounded yourself with ersatz crosses and went into hibernation. But I must ask you, and please answer me: Why do you fear the cross?"

"I cannot discuss it."

"You must tell me! The Messiah-was Jesus Christ-?"

"No!" Molasar staggered away and leaned against the wall, gagging. Molasar staggered away and leaned against the wall, gagging.

"What's wrong?"

He glared at Cuza. "If you were not a countryman, I would tear your tongue out here and now!"

Even the sound of Christ's name repels him! Cuza thought. "But I never-" Cuza thought. "But I never-"

"Never say it again! If you value whatever aid I can give you, never say that name again!"

"But it's only a word."

"NEVER!" Molasar had regained some of his composure. "You have been warned. Never again or your body will lie beside the Germans below." Molasar had regained some of his composure. "You have been warned. Never again or your body will lie beside the Germans below."

Cuza felt as if he were drowning. He had to try something.

"What about these words? Yitgadal veyitkadash shemei raba bealma divera chireutei, veyamlich Yitgadal veyitkadash shemei raba bealma divera chireutei, veyamlich-"

"What is that meaningless jumble of sounds?" Molasar said. "Some sort of chant? An incantation? Are you trying to drive me off?" He took a step closer. "Have you sided with the Germans?"

"No!" It was all Cuza could say before his voice cracked and broke off. His mind reeled as if from a blow; he gripped the arms of his wheelchair with his crippled hands, waiting for the room to tilt and spill him out. It was a nightmare! This creature of the Dark cringed at the sight of a cross and retched at the mention of the name Jesus Christ. Yet the words of the Kaddish, the Hebrew prayer for the dead, were just so much meaningless noise. It could not be! And yet it was.

Molasar was speaking, oblivious to the painful maelstrom that swirled within his listener. Cuza tried to follow the words. They might be crucial to Magda's survival, and his own.

"My strength is growing steadily. I can feel it coming back to me. Before long-two nights at most-I shall have the power to rid my keep of all these oulanders."

Cuza tried to a.s.similate the meaning of the words: strength strength ... ... two more nights two more nights... rid my keep ... rid my keep ... But other words kept rearing up in his consciousness, a persistent undertone ... But other words kept rearing up in his consciousness, a persistent undertone ... Yitgadal veyitkadash shemei... Yitgadal veyitkadash shemei... blocking their meaning. blocking their meaning.

And then came the sound of heavy boots running into the watchtower and pounding up the stone steps to the upper levels, the faint sound of human voices raised in anger and fear in the courtyard, the momentary dimming of the single bulb overhead, signaling a sudden draw on the power supply.

Molasar showed his teeth in a wolfish grin. "It seems they have found their two comrades-in-arms."

"And soon they will come here to place the blame on me," Cuza said, alarm pulling him from his torpor.

"You are a man of the mind," Molasar said, stepping to the wall and giving the hinged slab a casual shove. It swung open easily. "Use it."

Cuza watched Molasar blend and disappear into the deeper shadow of the opening, wishing he could follow. As the stone slab swung shut, Cuza wheeled his chair around to the table and leaned over the Al Azif, Al Azif, feigning study; waiting, trembling. feigning study; waiting, trembling.

It was not a long wait.

Kaempffer burst into the room.

"Jew!" he shouted, jabbing an accusing finger at Cuza as he a.s.sumed a wide-legged stance he no doubt considered at once powerful and threatening. "You've failed, Jew! I should have expected no more!"

Cuza could only sit and stare dumbly at the major. What was he going to say? He had no strength left. He felt miserable, sick at heart as well as in body. Everything hurt him, every bone, every joint, every muscle. His mind was numb from his encounter with Molasar. He couldn't think. His mouth was parched, yet he dared not take any more water, for his bladder longed to empty itself at the very sight of Kaempffer.

He wasn't cut out for such stress. He was a teacher, a scholar, a man of letters. He was not equipped to deal with this strutting popinjay who had the power of life and death over him. He wanted desperately to strike back yet did not have the faintest hope of doing so. Was living through all this really worth the trouble?

How much more could he take?

And yet there was Magda. Somewhere along the line there must be hope for her.

Two nights ... Molasar had said he would have sufficient strength two nights from now. Forty-eight hours. Cuza asked himself: Could he hold out that long? Yes, he would force himself to last until Sat.u.r.day night. Sat.u.r.day night... the Sabbath would be over ... what did the Sabbath mean anymore? What did anything anything mean anymore? mean anymore?

"Did you hear me, Jew?" The major's voice was straining toward a scream.

Another voice spoke: "He doesn't even know what you're talking about."

The captain had entered the room. Cuza sensed a core of decency within Captain Woermann; a flawed n.o.bility. Not a trait he expected to find in a German officer.

"Then he'll learn soon enough!" Two long strides took Kaempffer to Cuza's side. He leaned down and forward until his perfect Aryan face was only inches away.

"What's wrong, Major?" Cuza said, feigning ignorance, but allowing his genuine fear of the man to show on his face. "What have I done?"

"You've done nothing, nothing, Jew! And that's the problem. For two nights you've sat here with these moldering books, taking credit for the sudden halt in the deaths. But tonight-" Jew! And that's the problem. For two nights you've sat here with these moldering books, taking credit for the sudden halt in the deaths. But tonight-"

"I never-" Cuza began, but Kaempffer stopped him by slamming his fist on the table.

"Silence! Tonight two more of my men were found dead in the cellar, their throats torn out like the others!" Tonight two more of my men were found dead in the cellar, their throats torn out like the others!"

Cuza had a fleeting image of the two dead men. After viewing the other cadavers, it was easy to imagine their wounds. He visualized their gory throats with a certain relish. Those two had attempted to defile his daughter and deserved all they had suffered. Deserved worse. Molasar was welcome to their blood.

But it was he who was in danger now. The fury in the major's face made that clear. He must think of something or he would not live to see Sat.u.r.day night.

"It's now evident that you deserve no credit for the last two nights of peace. There is no connection between your arrival and the two nights without a death-just lucky coincidence for you! But you led us to believe it was your doing. Which proves what we have learned in Germany: Never trust a Jew!"

"I never took credit for anything! I never even-"

"You're trying to detain me here, aren't you?" Kaempffer said, his eyes narrowing, his voice lowering to a menacing tone as he studied him. "You're doing your best to keep me from my mission at Ploiesti, aren't you?"

Cuza's mind reeled from the major's sudden change of tack. The man was mad ... as mad as Abdul Alhazred must have been after writing the Al Azif ... Al Azif ... which lay before them on the table... which lay before them on the table...

He had an idea.

"But Major! I've finally found something in one of the books!"

Captain Woermann stepped forward at this. "Found? What have you found?"

"He's found nothing!" Kaempffer snarled. "Just another Jew lie to let him go on living!"

How right you are, Major.

"Let him speak, for G.o.d's sake!" Woermann said. He turned to Cuza. "What does it say? Show me."

Cuza indicated the Al Azif, Al Azif, written in the original Arabic. The book dated from the eighth century and had absolutely nothing to do with the keep, or even Romania for that matter. But he hoped the two Germans would not know that. written in the original Arabic. The book dated from the eighth century and had absolutely nothing to do with the keep, or even Romania for that matter. But he hoped the two Germans would not know that.

Doubt furrowed Woermann's brow as he looked down at the scroll. "I can't read those chicken tracks."

"He's lying!" Kaempffer shouted.

"This book does not lie, Major," Cuza said. He paused an instant, praying that the Germans would not know the difference between Turkish and ancient Arabic, then plunged into his lie. "It was written by a Turk who invaded this region with Mohammed II. He says there was a small castle-his description of all the crosses can only mean he was in this keep-in which one of the old Wallachian lords had dwelt. The shade of the deceased lord would allow natives of the region to sleep unmolested in his keep, but should outlanders or invaders dare to pa.s.s through the portals of his former home, he would slay them at the rate of one per night for every night they stayed. Do you understand? The same thing that is happening here now happened to a unit of the Turkish Army half a millennium ago!"

Cuza watched the faces of the two officers as he finished. His own reaction was one of amazement at his facile fabrication from what he knew of Molasar and the region. There were holes in the story, but small ones, and they had a good chance of being overlooked.

Kaempffer sneered. "Utter nonsense!"

"Not necessarily," Woermann said. "Think about it: The Turks were always on the march back then. And count up our corpses-with the two new ones tonight, we have averaged one death a night since I arrived on April 22."

"It's still..." Kaempffer's voice trailed off as his confidence ebbed. He looked uncertainly at Cuza. "Then we're not the first?"

"No. At least not according to this."

It was working! The biggest lie Cuza had ever told in his life, composed on the spot, was working! They didn't know what what to believe! He wanted to laugh. to believe! He wanted to laugh.

"How did they finally solve the problem?" Woermann asked.

"They left."

Silence followed Cuza's simple reply.

Woermann finally turned to Kaempffer: "I've been telling you that for-"

"We cannot cannot leave!" Kaempffer said, a hint of hysteria in his voice. "Not before Sunday." He turned to Cuza. "And if you do not come up with an answer for this problem by then, Jew, I shall see to it that you and your daughter personally accompany me to Ploiesti!" leave!" Kaempffer said, a hint of hysteria in his voice. "Not before Sunday." He turned to Cuza. "And if you do not come up with an answer for this problem by then, Jew, I shall see to it that you and your daughter personally accompany me to Ploiesti!"

"But why?"

"You'll find out when you get there." Kaempffer paused a moment, then seemed to come to a decision. "No, I believe I'll tell you now. Perhaps it will speed your efforts. You've heard of Auschwitz, no doubt? And Buchenwald?"

Cuza's stomach imploded. "Death camps."

"We prefer to call them 'Resettlement' camps. Romania lacks such a facility. It is my mission to correct that deficiency. Your kind, plus Gypsies and Freemasons and other human dross will be processed through the camp I will set up at Ploiesti. If you prove to be of service to me, I will see to it that your entry into the camp is delayed, perhaps even until your natural death. But if you impede me in any way, you and your daughter will have the honor of being our first residents."

Cuza sat helpless in his chair. He could feel his lips and tongue working, but he could not speak. His mind was too shocked, too appalled at what he had just heard. It was impossible! Yet the glee in Kaempffer's eyes told him it was true. Finally, a word escaped him.

"Beast!"

Kaempffer's smile broadened. "Strangely enough, I don't mind the sound of that word on a Jew's lips. It is proof positive that I am successfully discharging my duties." He strode to the door, then turned back. "So look well through your books, Jew. Work hard for me. Find me an answer. It's not just your own well-being that hangs on it, but your daughter's too." He turned and was gone.

Cuza looked at Woermann pleadingly. "Captain...?"

"I can do nothing, Herr Herr Professor," he replied in a low voice full of regret. "I can only suggest that you work at those books. You've found one reference to the keep; that means there's a good chance you can find another. And I might suggest that you tell your daughter to find a safer place of residence than the inn ... perhaps somewhere in the hills." Professor," he replied in a low voice full of regret. "I can only suggest that you work at those books. You've found one reference to the keep; that means there's a good chance you can find another. And I might suggest that you tell your daughter to find a safer place of residence than the inn ... perhaps somewhere in the hills."

He could not admit to the captain that he had lied about finding a reference to the keep, that there was no no hope of ever finding one. And as for Magda: "My daughter is stubborn. She will stay at the inn." hope of ever finding one. And as for Magda: "My daughter is stubborn. She will stay at the inn."

"I thought as much. But beyond what I have just said, I am powerless. I am no longer in command of the keep." He grimaced. "I wonder if I ever was. Good evening."

"Wait!" Cuza clumsily fished the cross out of his pocket. "Take this. I have no use for it."

Woermann enclosed the cross in his fist and stared at him a moment. Then he, too, was gone.

Cuza sat in his wheelchair, enveloped in the blackest depression he had ever known. There was no way of winning here. If Molasar stopped killing the Germans, Kaempffer would leave for Ploiesti to begin the systematic extermination of Romanian Jewry. If Molasar persisted, Kaempffer would destroy the keep and drag him and Magda to Ploiesti as his first victims. He thought of Magda in their hands and truly understood the old cliche, a fate worse than death.

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