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."It wasn't enough for the Talamasca to drive me out of the city.You have to come into those places that belong to me?""I was wrong to do it," Stirling said.It was spoken in a sigh.He scowled and pressed his lips together hard."I shouldn't have done it." For the first time he looked directly into Lestat's eyes.Lestat glanced up at me.Sitting forward he reached over and slipped his fingers behind Stirling's bloodstained collar, startling Stirling and glaring up at me."We don't spill blood when we feed, Little Brother," he said with a passing mischievous smile."You have much to learn."The words hit me rather like a wallop and I found myself speechless.Did this mean that I'd walk out of here alive?Don't kill Stirling, that's what I was thinking; and then suddenly Lestat, as he still stared at me, made a short little laugh."Tarquin, turn that chair around," he said, gesturing to the desk, "and sit down.You make me nervous standing there.You're too damned tall.And you're making Stirling Oliver nervous as well."I felt a great rush of relief, but as I tried to do what he'd told me to do my hands were shaking so badly that I was again full of shame.Finally, I managed to sit down facing the pair of them, but a polite distance away.Stirling made a small frown as he looked at me, but it was entirely sympathetic and he was still obviously off base.I hadn't drunk enough blood to account for his dizziness.It was the act of it, the drawing on his heart.That, and the fact that Lestat had come, Lestat had interrupted us, Lestat was here and he was demanding again of Stirling, Why had Stirling come into the flat?"You could have come here by day," said Lestat, addressing Stirling in an even voice."I have human guards from sunup to sundown but the Talamasca is good at bribing guards.Why didn't you take the hint that I look after my properties myself once the sun has set? You disobeyed the directive of your own Superior General.You disobeyed your own common sense."Stirling nodded, eyes veering off, as if he had no argument, and then in a weak but dignified voice he said:"The door was unlocked.""Don't insult me," said Lestat, his voice still patient and even."It's my house."Again, Stirling appeared to meet Lestat's gaze.He looked at him steadily and then he spoke in a13more coherent voice."I was wrong to do it, and you've caught me.Yes, I've disobeyed the directive of the Superior General, that's true.I came because I couldn't resist it.I came because perhaps I didn't quite believe in you.I didn't believe in spite of all I'd read and been told."Lestat shook his head disapprovingly and again there came that short little laugh."I expect that credulity of mortal readers of the Chronicles," he said."I expect it even of fledglings like Little Brother here.But I don't expect it of the Talamasca, who have so ceremoniously declared war on us.""For what it's worth," said Stirling, gathering his strength somewhat, "I was not for that war.I voted against it as soon as I heard of the declaration.I was for closing the Motherhouse here in Louisiana, if need be.But then.I was for accepting our losses and retreating to our libraries abroad.""You drove me out of my own city," said Lestat."You question my neighbors in these precincts.You rummage through all my public property titles and records.And now you trespass, and you say it was because you didn't believe? That's an excuse but not a reason.""The reason was I wanted to see you," said Stirling, his voice growing stronger."I wanted what others in the Order have had.I wanted to see you with my own eyes.""And now that you have seen me," Lestat replied, "what precisely will you do?" He glanced at me again, a flash of brilliant eyes and a smile that was gone in an instant as he looked back to the man in the chair."What we always do," said Stirling."Write about it, put it into a report to the Elders, copy it to the File on the Vampire Lestat --that is, if you let me leave here, if that's your choice.""I haven't harmed any of you, have I?" Lestat asked."Think on it.When have I harmed a true and active member of the Talamasca? Don't blame me for what others have done.And since your warlike declaration, since you sought to drive me right out of my home, I've shown remarkable restraint.""No, you haven't," Stirling quietly replied.I was shocked."What do you mean?" Lestat demanded."What on earth can you mean? I think I've been a gentleman about it." He smiled at Stirling for the first time."Yes, you've been a gentleman," Stirling responded."But I hardly think you've been restrained.""Do you know how it affects me to be driven out of New Orleans?" Lestat asked, voice still tempered."Do you know how it affects me to know I can't wander the French Quarter for fear of your spies in the Café du Monde, or wander the Rue Royale with the evening shoppers, just because one of your glorified gossips might be wandering about too? Do you know how it wounds me to leave behind the one city in the world with which I'm truly in love?"Stirling roused himself at these words."But haven't you always been too clever for us?" he asked."Well, of course," Lestat rejoined with a shrug."Besides," Stirling went on, "you haven't been driven out.You've been here.You've been seen by our members, sitting very boldly in the Café du Monde, I might add, presiding over a hot cup of useless café au lait."I was stunned."Stirling!" I whispered."For the love of Christ, don't argue."Again Lestat looked at me, but not with anger.He returned to Stirling.Stirling hadn't finished.He went on firmly: "You still feed off the riffraff," he said."The authorities don't care, but we recognize the patterns.We know it's you."I was mortified.How could Stirling talk like this?Lestat broke into an irrepressible laugh.14"And even so, you came by night?" he demanded."You dared to come, knowing I might find you here?""I think." Stirling hesitated, then went on."I think I wanted to challenge you.I think, as I said, that I committed a sin of pride."Thank God for this confession, I thought."Committed a sin" --really good words.I was quaking, watching the two of them, appalled by Stirling's fearless tone."We respect you," said Stirling, "more than you deserve." Igasped."Oh, do explain that to me!" said Lestat, smiling."In what form comes this respect, I should like to know.If I'm truly in your debt, I should like to say thanks.""St.Elizabeth's," said Stirling, his voice rolling gracefully now, "the building where you lay for so many years, sleeping on the chapel floor.We've never sought to enter it or discover what goes on there.And as you said we're very good at bribing guards.Your Chronicles made your sleep famous.And we knew that we could penetrate the building.We could glimpse you in the daylight hours, unprotected, lying on the marble.What a lure that was --the sleeping vampire who no longer bothered with the trappings of a coffin.A dark deadly inverse of the sleeping King Arthur, waiting for England to need him again.But we never crept into your enormous lodgings [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]