I lied, Harry cut him off.
What you, a liar? Faéthor couldn’t accept it. But . . . but that’s not like you at all!
No, Harry answered, grimly, but it is like the thing inside me. It is like my vampire. For it’s part of you, Faéthor, it’s part of you.
Wait! Faéthor cried out in his extremity. You can be rid of it. . . It’s true . . . You really can!
And THAT is the part! said Harry, transferring out of time and back into the Möbius Continuum. ‘The lying part.’
And in Möbius time Faéthor was left to shriek and gibber, but faintly now and fading, like the slithering whispers of winter’s crumbling leaves, whirled for ever on the winds of eternity . . .
Harry went to see Jazz and Zek Simmons on the island of Zakynthos in the Ionian. They had a villa in the trees, overlooking the sea and hidden well away from the holidaymakers, in Porto Zoro on the north-east coast.
It was eight in the evening when he materialized close to the house; he put out a probe and saw that Zek was on her own, but guessed that Jazz wouldn’t mind his wife speaking for both of them. First he reached out to her telepathically; and the way she answered him, unafraid, it was as if she’d expected him.
‘For a day or two?’ she said, after inviting him in, when he’d explained what he was doing. ‘But of course she’ll be OK here, the poor girl!’
‘Not so poor,’ he was prompted to answer, almost defensively. ‘Because she doesn’t really understand it, she won’t fight it as hard as I have. And before she knows it, she’ll be Wamphyri.’
‘But Starside? How will you live there? I mean, do you intend . . . intend to . . .?’ Zek gave up. She was after all talking to a vampire. She knew that behind those dark lenses his eyes were fire; knew, too, how easily she could be burned by them. But if she feared him it didn’t show, and Harry liked her for that. He always had liked her.
‘We’ll do what we have to do,’ he answered. ‘My son found ways to survive.’
‘The way I see it,’ she said, with an almost unnoticeable shudder, ‘blood is a powerful addiction.’
The most powerful!’ he told her. ‘It’s why we have to go-‘
Zek didn’t want to push it, but felt she must: her female curiosity. ‘Because you love your fellow man and can’t trust yourself?’
He shrugged and offered her a wry smile. ‘Because E-Branch can’t trust me!’ But his half-smile swiftly faded. ‘Who knows? Maybe they’re right not to.’ And after long moments of silence he asked, ‘What about Jazz?’ She looked at him and lifted an eyebrow, as if to say, do you really need to ask?
‘Jazz doesn’t forget his friends, Harry. But for you, we were long since dead on Starside. And in this world? But for you, the Ferenczy’s son Janos would still be alive and festering. Anyway, Jazz is in Athens seeking dual nationality.’
‘When can I bring Penny here?’
That’s up to you. Now, if you wish.’
Harry gathered Penny up from her bed in the Nicosia hotel without even waking her, and moments later Zek saw how gently he laid her between cool sheets in the guest bedroom of this, her new, temporary refuge. And she nodded to herself, certain now that if anyone was able to look after this girl – on Starside or anywhere else – then it would be the Necroscope.
‘And what now, Harry?’ she queried, serving coffee sweetened with Metaxa brandy on her balcony where it jutted over the cliffs and the moonlit sea.
‘Now Perchorsk,’ he answered simply.
But halfway down his cup, he fell asleep in his chair . . .
It was a measure of his trust that he felt he could rest here. And it was a measure of Zek Föener’s that she didn’t go and fetch her speargun and silver harpoon and try to kill him there and then, and Penny after him. She didn’t; but even Zek couldn’t feel that safe.