Guy N Smith Sabat 3 Cannibal Cult

Odnośniki

[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

wall. And even as he stared in amazement Sabat saw the head move, raising up,
wide eyes that mirrored pain and hopelessness.
The other's skin was of a pallid texture and even a warrior of darkness
chained down here for long periods could not have had so sickly a complexion.
Long fair hair or was it grey? It was difficult to be sure in this half-light.
Wasted flesh had rendered the frame virtually skeletal.
'I knew somebody would come one day.' The voice was strained yet mellow. 'I
heard your footsteps above, stranger, yet even you cannot help me for I cannot
return to my own people. I see you are one of the dark ones.'
'Why are you here?' Sabat was curious, noted that this man was not chained to
the wall like the long-dead skeletons he could see on the other side. 'Surely
you could have escaped. Even frail as you are, you could have crawled up those
steps into the open!'
'No, I cannot, I dare not leave here.' A pathetic whine.
'Can you not return to the white-skinned forces who live and die daily?'
Sabat's eyes narrowed and again he suspected a trick of some kind. This man
was neither senile nor so weak that he could not flee, and the way was clear
to him if he so wished.
'I can neither seek help from dark nor light.' A constricted sob. 'You see, my
friend, I am a traitor. I have served both sides in turn.'
'Oh?' Sabat experienced an unexpected twinge of guilt. Mark or Quentin Sabat,
there was a parallel. It might have been himself, weakened and pallid on the
floor before him.
'It is true enough.' Breath expelled in anguish. 'I fought on the plains
alongside my own kind. Then one day I was captured. I expected to be put to
the sword but instead I was offered my life in exchange for my services. At
the time I could not see what harm there was in it, for the warriors of both
sides are countless, but soon it was too late and I realised my mistake, my
unforgivable treachery. I became an outcast, a beggar of the streets, kicked
and spat upon by both races in their contempt. Now I serve nobody, not even
myself. If I could die then I would do so gladly but there is no death here,
only eternal strife and struggle. I shall always be a traitor and here I must
hide forever from the eyes of all. Learn from my fate, stranger. A warrior can
only serve one faction else he destroys himself.'
Sabat nodded, turned away, knew why he had sought out this nameless sufferer.
As he emerged into the weakening sunlight above he wished that he had asked
the other's name. It might have been Mark. Or Quentin. But there was no time
to return now and perhaps it was better not to know.
A sudden sense of urgency. He had experienced it on occasions before, a
realisation that he had to hurry, that a return to his mortal body was
imperative. A kind of instinct.
The loincloth was exchanged for the feathers of a peregrine falcon once more,
a fierce bird of prey that hurtled through thick cloud and clear skies,
scattering smaller birds with shrill cries of fear as it neared the earth. A
flock of homing pigeons parted to allow him passage, their uncanny radar
disturbed so that they flew round aimlessly in circles before bunching up
again.
Sabat saw the lake first, a shimmering sheet of water sparkling in bright
sunlight, reflecting the wooded mountains which towered above it. Veered,
rising steeply, swooping when he spotted the tiny insignificant chapel buried
amidst the dark forest. Something else too, a moving shiny orange shape that
wound its way up the muddy cart-track. For some reason Madeleine Gaufridi was
returning in the VW! His inexplicable astral warning system had not failed
him!
With only seconds to spare he entered his slumbering body, jerked it back to a
state of wake fullness. A few bemused seconds and then he remembered
everything, was sitting up when Madeleine burst in through the door.
'Slothful cochon!' her eyes blazed with anger. 'A guard, and yet you sleep the
day away. And with danger imminent, too!'
She turned, stalked towards the lead coffin. 'Here, give me a hand. We must be
sure that everything is all right.'
Sabat gripped the edge of the heavy lid, felt an icy coldness spreading from
his fingertips to the rest of his body. He grunted, exerted his muscles and
the lid came up slowly.
'Ah, it is ... Look? Madeleine Gaufridi almost fainted, her features
blanching, pointing down at the body which lay now only partially wrapped in
its blanket shroud. 'Look, Sabat, don 'tyou see what's happened? My Louis
lives even in death. His powers have not deserted him!'
Sabat saw. And what he saw nearly had him slamming the coffin lid shut. The
head and body, separated by the heavy sharp blade of the guillotine, had
joined themselves together again! Just a wide bloody scar ringing the neckline
and even that appeared to be healing!
CHAPTER TEN
'It is not possible.' Madeleine's features were trembling with a shaky
frightened smile. 'And yet with my beloved all things have been possible,
always. He is preparing to rise on Walpurgisnacht of his own accord. It is not
the flesh which we must eat but that of another human being. And Louis will
join us at the feast!'
Sabat dropped the lid the last few inches and it thudded shut, vibrating the
candlesticks which stood on the ghastly stove that served as an altar. He,
too, was trembling.
'But that is not why I returned so soon,1 she snapped. 'Sabat, there is danger
and we must change our plans. Once again there is a detective on our trail,
but not an ordinary one this time. His name is Pieter Daunay and even now he
is heading this way. Centuries ago he would have been feared as the
Witchfinder, for he specialises in harassing satanic cults. I have spoken with
Andre and then hurried back here. You must see to it that Pieter Daunay does
not leave these mountains aliver
Sabat hoped his expression did not give him away. With an effort he controlled
his facial muscles, even raised his eyebrows in amazement. 'Surely one man
cannot instil such fear into a following as powerful as Andre Schmid's!'
'He is cunning, this man. Some say he has supernatural powers but I have an
open mind on that. Anyway, he must be annihilated without delay, Sabat!'
Sabat nodded, his face still impassive. In his mind he saw Daunay again, a [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

zanotowane.pl

doc.pisz.pl

pdf.pisz.pl

angamoss.xlx.pl