No, he had not asked the thing in the ground that question – not in a place such as this, during the hours of darkness. For who could gauge what the reaction might or might not be? It could be a very dangerous question indeed. And anyway, Dragosani believed he already knew the answer.
The next day was Thursday. Dragosani had spent a poor night with very little sleep, and he was up early. Looking out of his window, he saw Use Kinkovsi feeding chickens where they had wandered out of the farmyard and on to the grass verge of the country road. Out of the corner of her eye she saw his movement at the window and turned her face up to him.
Dragosani had thrown the windows wide, was breathing the morning air deeply into his lungs. Leaning on the sill, leaning out into the light, his flesh was pale as snow. Use looked at his naked chest. When he breathed in deeply like that, the muscles under his arms where they fed down into his back seemed to swell out like air sacs. He was deceptive, this one. She suspected he would be very powerful. ‘Good morning!’ she called up.
For an answer he nodded, and staring at her knew now why he’d slept so badly. She was the reason . . .
‘Is that good?’ she asked, her teeth white where she deliberately licked them.
‘What?’ he went on the defensive again – and at once silently cursed himself for an immature child. Yes, him Dragosani!
‘The air on your skin like that. Does it feel good? But look at you, so pale! You could use some sunlight, too, Herr Dragosani.’
‘Yes, you could . . . could be right,’ he stuttered, and withdrew from the window to get dressed. Angrily tugging his clothes on, he thought: women, females, sex! So . . . ugly? Is it? So unnatural! And so . . . necessary? Is this what I lack?
Well, there was a way to find out. Tonight. It would have to be tonight, for tomorrow the English were coming. He made up his mind and went back to the window.
Use had gone back to feeding her chickens. Hearing his cough, she looked up to see him buttoning his shirt, staring down at her. For a long moment their eyes met; then, stumblingly, he said:
‘Use, does it get chilly still? Er, in the night, I mean . . .’
She frowned, wondering what he was getting at. ‘Cold? Why, no, it’s summer.’
‘Then tonight,’ he blurted, ‘I believe I’ll leave my window – and my curtains – open.’
Her frown lifted. She tossed her head and laughed. ‘That’s very healthy,’ she answered after a moment. ‘I’m sure you’ll feel better for it.’
Embarrassed now, Dragosani once more withdrew, closed the window and finished dressing. For a moment or two he regretted what he had done – this rendezvous so simply arranged, which in fact seemed to have been arranged for him – but finally he shrugged the feeling off. It was done now. What would be would be. And anyway, it was time he lost his virginity.
Lost his virginity, indeed! It made him sound like a young girl! And yet there was a touching naivety about that phrase, unlike the blunt delivery of his undead mentor. How had the old devil in the ground put it that time? ‘A mere pup who never breached a bitch
Yes, that was it – and he’d been referring to Dragosani’s father. His true father. And so I got into his mind . . . and I bequeathed the night to them! He got into his mind – to show him how to do it … Dragosani started as a pebble clattered against his window. He had been sitting on his bed, lost in thought. Now he got up, opened the window again. It was Use.
‘Breakfast in your room, Herr Dragosani?’ she called up, ‘or will you eat with us?’ The emphasis she put on ‘in your room’ was unmistakable, but Dragosani ignored it.
No, for first he must speak to the old dragon.
‘I’ll come down,’ he answered, and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully at the disappointment which instantly registered in her face. Oh, yes, he would need assistance with this one, this time, this first time. She would know exactly what she was about, and he knew nothing. But … the Wamphyr knew everything. And Dragosani suspected that there were certain secrets which even that devious old one wouldn’t mind divulging. No, not at all…