“‘You saw what happened to your comrade. I’ll do the same to you, before you reach your horse. I’ll have you wailing like a baby at my feet.'”
“Goga wasn’t a stupid man. He knew there was no use in contradicting the woman. He’d already seen one of his men horribly slaughtered by her. He would surely follow if he attempted to escape. All he could do was throw himself upon Lilith’s mercy.”
“He went down on his knees, and composing himself as best he could, he addressed her:”
“‘Please, gentle lady, listen to me.'”
“I’m listening.'”
“‘I have lost children of my own, all six of them dead by the plague. And my wife the same way. I know the pain you are suffering, and I’m sick that I was its cause. But what’s done is done. I made a mistake, that I bitterly regret. But how can I take it back? Had I known I was on your husband’s land I would not even have hunted here.'”
“Lilith looked at him for a long while, assessing the worth of his appeal. “‘Well, hereafter, my lord,’ she said finally, ‘it is my pleasure that you and your men will hunt here always.'”
“Another bitter breath up out of Hell to accompany these words. The woman’s long hair rose up around her body, a few of its strands grazing Goga’s upturned face.”
“‘Get back on your horses, hunters,’ Lilith said. ‘Return to your hunt. There are boar in the thicket, waiting to be driven out. There are birds in the trees, ready to be shot while they sing. Kill them at will, as it pleases you to do so. There will be no charge for your sport.'”
“The Duke was astonished to hear this mild invitation, after all that had just taken place, and thinking perhaps his plea for clemency had carried some weight with Lilith, he very slowly got to his feet, thanking her.”
“‘It’s most kind of you,’ he said, ‘to invite me to hunt. And perhaps another day I will come back here and accept your invitation. But today my heart is heavy — ‘”
“‘As well it might be,'” the woman replied. “‘So I think instead I will return to the Fortress and — ‘”
“‘No,’ she said, raising her hand. ‘You will not return to the fortress. You will hunt.'”
“‘I could not, madam. Really, I could not.'”
“‘Sir,’ she replied, with a little inclination of her head. ‘You misunderstood me. You have no choice. You will hunt, and you will go on hunting, until you find my son a second time, and bring him back to me.'”
“‘I don’t understand.'”
“‘A second time.'”
“She pointed to the corpse of the goat-child, which lay in its cooling blood. Her hair drifted over the sprawled cadaver, lightly touching the boy’s chest and stomach and private parts. Much to the Duke’s astonishment the child responded to his mother’s caresses. As the hair touched his chest his lungs drew a little breath, and his penis — which was disproportionately large for one his age — grew steely.”
“‘Take your sword out of him,’ Lilith instructed the Duke.”
“But the Duke was too terrified at this scene of infernal resurrection to go near the boy. He kept his distance, filling his breeches in fear.”
“‘You men are all the same!’ Lilith said contemptuously. “‘You find it easy enough to drive the sword in, but when it comes to taking it out you can’t bring yourself to do it.'”
“She stepped into the puddle of her son’s blood, and reached to take hold of the sword. The boy’s eyes flickered open as he felt his mother’s hand upon the pommel. Then he lifted his hands and caught hold of the blade with his bare palms, almost as though he were attempting to keep her from extracting it. Still she pulled, and it slowly came out of him.”
“‘Slowly, mama,’ the goat-boy said, his tone almost lascivious. ‘It hurts mightily.'”
“‘Does it, child?’ Lilith said, twisting the blade in the wound as though to perversely increase her child’s distress. He threw back his head, still looking at her from the bottom of his eyes, his lips drawn back from his little, pointed teeth. And this?’ she said, turning the blade the other way. ‘Does this bring you agony?'”