What had once seemed an impossible dream might still come to pass, when old Wallachia would once more become a mighty nation – the mightiest nation of all. Why not, with Dragosani to lead the way? A mortal man can achieve very little in his short span of years, but an immortal man might achieve anything. And with that thought in mind, a question Dragosani had often asked himself cropped up yet again: if it was true that longevity meant power, and immortality ultimate power, why had the Wamphyri themselves failed? Why weren’t vampires the leaders and rulers of this world?
Dragosani had long since worked out something of an answer; right or wrong he could not yet say:
To man the concept of a vampire is abhorrent – the very concept itself! If men believed – if they were given indisputable proof of vampiric infestation – then they would seek the creatures out and destroy them. This had been the way of it since time began, since a time when men really did believe, and it had limited the vampire in his scope. He dare not reveal himself, must not be seen to be different, to be alien. He must control as best he might his passions, his lusts, his natural craving for the sheer power he knows his evil arts could bring him. For to have power, whether political or financial or of any other sort, is to be scrutinised – which is the one thing above all others that a vampire dreads! For under prolonged scrutiny he must be discovered and destroyed.
But if a mere man could control a vampire’s arts – a living man, as opposed to an undead Thing – he would suffer no such restrictions. Having nothing to hide but his dark knowledge itself . . . why, he could achieve almost anything!
That was why Dragosani had journeyed yet again to Romania; conscious of the fact that his duties had kept him away for far too long, he wished to speak once more with the old devil and offer him small favours, and learn whatever there was to be learned before next summer, when the time appointed would be at hand. The time appointed, yes – when all the vampire’s secrets would lie naked before him, open and revealing as an eviscerated corpse!
Three years had flown by since last he was here, and they had been busy years. Busy for Dragosani because over that entire period Gregor Borowitz had driven all of his ESPers, including the necromancer, to the limits of their capabilities. Of course he had: to ensure that in the four years Leonid Brezhnev had allowed him, in which he must turn a profit, his branch would become so firmly entrenched as to be indispensable. And now the Premier had seen that it was indeed utterly indispensable. What’s more, it was the most secret of all his secret services and by far the most independent – which was the way Gregor Borowitz wanted it.
Through Bbrowitz’s advance warning, Brezhnev had been fully prepared for the fall from grace of his one-time political pal Richard Nixon in the USA. And where Watergate might have hindered or even ruined many another Russian premier, Brezhnev had actually managed to reap some benefits from it – but only by virtue of Borowitz’s (or more properly Igor Vlady’s) predictions. ‘A pity,’ Brezhnev had told Borowitz at the time, ‘that Nixon didn’t have you working for him, eh, Gregor?’
Similarly, and also as predicted, the Premier now found himself advantageously placed in his dealings with the presidential ‘stand-in’, at best a bumbler; and before Nixon’s fall, as early as 1972, knowing in advance that there were American hard-liners still to come, Brezhnev had taken Borowitz’s advice and signed satellite agreements with the USA. Moreover, and especially since America was so far advanced in space technology, he had also been quick to put his signature to the ultimate ‘détente’ coup of his career: a joint Skylab space venture, which even now was coming to fruition.
Indeed, the Soviet premier had taken the initiative on these and many other ESP-Branch suggestions or prognoses – including the expulsion of many dissidents and the ‘repatriation’ of Jews – and every step he had taken so far had been completely successful in bolstering his already awesome position as Leader. And much if not all of the credit due directly to Borowitz and his branch, so that Brezhnev had been pleased to honour his and Borowitz’s agreement of 1971.