‘. . . For what, then?’ Volse could not contain himself.
‘For sucking!’ said the Ferenc.
‘A vampire thing.’ Shaithis seemed convinced. ‘A warrior, but uncontrolled, with no rightful master. A creature created by some exiled Wamphyri Lord, which has outlasted its maker.’ He said these things, but he did not necessarily believe them. No, he uttered them aloud to cover the nature of his true thoughts, which were different again.
Fess fell for Shaithis’s ploy, anyway. ‘These are possibilities, aye.’ The giant nodded. ‘Stealthy – sly as a fox, and all unheralded – it crept out from a side tunnel; but when it struck – ah! – lightning moves more slowly. It slid into view and its spear stabbed at Volse three times. The first blow ripped him open through boils and all, and spattered me and the walls of the tunnel with all of his pus, whose amount was prodigious. He was like one huge blister, bursting and wetting everything with his vile liquids. I was drenched. The second thrust hit him while he was still reeling from the first; it almost sawed his head off. And the third: that sank into him – into his heart -where it commenced to suck like a great pump! And while the thing held him upright, impaled on its weapon against the wall, sucking at him, so the creature’s saucer eyes fixed me in their monstrous glare. So that I knew I was next.
‘That was when I fled.’ (And Fess actually shuddered, which amazed Shaithis.)
‘You couldn’t have saved him?’ Arkis sneered, questioning Fess’s manhood; a dangerous line of inquiry at best.
But the other took it well. ‘I tell you Volse was a goner! What? And so much of his liquids used up, his head half shorn away, and the thing’s great siphon in him, emptying him? Save him? And what of myself? You, Diredeath, have not seen this creature! Why, even Lesk the Glut – in whichever hell he now resides – would not stray near such a monster! No, I fled.
‘And all the way out of that long, long tunnel, I could hear the thing’s slobbering as it drained Volse’s juices. Also, by the time I struck light and open air, I fancied it slobbered all the louder, perhaps hot on my trail. In something of a panic – yes, I admit it -1 called a mist out of myself and hurried out onto the slopes and down to the plain of snow and ice. There I stripped off, for Volse’s drench was poisonous, and without further pause hurried back here . . . and found you two waiting for me.
‘The tale is told
Arkis and Shaithis sat back, narrowed their eyes and fingered their chins. Shaithis kept his thoughts mainly to himself (though truth to tell there was nothing especially sinister or vindictive about them); but Diredeath, feeling that he still had the Ferenc at something of a disadvantage, was somewhat loath to let the giant so lightly off the hook.
‘Times and fortunes change,’ the leper’s son eventually said. ‘I went starving – went, indeed, in fear of my life! -when you and the great wen had the upper hand. But now . . . you are only one man against myself and the Lord Shaithis.’
‘These things are true,’ Fess answered, standing up and stretching, and flexing the mighty talons which were his hands. ‘But do you know, I can’t help wondering what the Lord Shaithis sees in you, leper’s son? For it seems to me there’s about as much use in you as there was in that mighty bag of slops called Volse Pinescu! Also, and now that I come to think of it, it strikes me I sat still for a good many hurtful slights and insults while relating my story. Of course, I was hungry and cold as death, and a man will sit still for a lot while there’s a chance he can fill his belly. But now that my belly’s full and I’m warm again … I think you’d do well to back off, Diredeath. Or come to just such an end as your name suggests.’
‘Aye,’ said Shaithis with a quick nod, coming between them. ‘Well, and enough of that. For let’s face it, we’ve all we can handle in the Icelands themselves, without we’re at each other’s throats, too.’ He took their arms and sat down, drawing them down with him. ‘Now tell me,’ he said, ‘what are the secrets of these Icelands? For after all, I’m the newcomer here; but the two of you . . .? Why, you’ve explored and adventured galore! And so the sooner I know all that you know, the sooner we’ll be able to decide on our next move.’