Ron Goulart - The Curse of the Obelisk
Ron Goulart - The Curse of the Obelisk
Ron Goulart - The Curse of the Obelisk
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THE CURSE OF THE OBELISK 53<br />
Harry carefully sat on <strong>the</strong> bench beside his friend. He put his good arm around his shoulders.<br />
"Easy now."<br />
<strong>The</strong> Great Lorenzo began to brea<strong>the</strong> regularly again. "Some <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m get rough, like climbing an<br />
alp or two." His plump face was blurred with perspiration. He concentrated on breathing in and out<br />
for a while.<br />
"So Jennie is okay?"<br />
"Appeared a bit peckish. Also pale and weary. O<strong>the</strong>rwise alive and not seriously injured."<br />
"And Zaytoon's <strong>the</strong> one who's got her."<br />
"He is <strong>the</strong> master <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> picturesque castle I saw, yes. Along with this Pennoyer fellow you<br />
mentioned."<br />
"Pennoyer is <strong>the</strong> amiable gent who conked me and treated me like a sack <strong>of</strong> mail," said Harry.<br />
"But you saw someone else at <strong>the</strong> castle."<br />
<strong>The</strong> magician took up a fragment <strong>of</strong> his ruined cruller between thumb and forefinger and<br />
contemplated it. "Only a fleeting glimpse I had <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> lady," he said. "I am certain, however, she is<br />
<strong>the</strong> one we met before and quite recently."<br />
"Not Naida Strand?"<br />
" 'Tis she and none o<strong>the</strong>r."<br />
"Damn, we left her at Blackwood Castle in Orlandia, sleeping in her c<strong>of</strong>fin."<br />
"Same as any o<strong>the</strong>r true vampire." <strong>The</strong> Great Lorenzo shrugged. "We both had <strong>the</strong> opportunity<br />
to drive a stake through her black heart. Too sentimental by far we were."<br />
"I don't think I can kill anyone that way. Certainly not a woman."<br />
"Nor I. Whenever I see a sleeping lady, be she vampire and sorceress most foul or sweet-souled<br />
maiden, slaying her is <strong>the</strong> fur<strong>the</strong>st thought from my mind." He spread his hands wide. "Which is<br />
why, dear lad, we now have her to contend with as well as <strong>the</strong> rest <strong>of</strong> this nest <strong>of</strong> blackguards."<br />
"Worse, Jennie has to contend with her." Harry tapped <strong>the</strong> nearest map. "What about <strong>the</strong><br />
location <strong>of</strong> Zaytoon's castle?"<br />
"<strong>The</strong>se visions vary." He coughed into his hand. "Sometimes I get <strong>the</strong> exact location, down to<br />
<strong>the</strong> street address. O<strong>the</strong>r times I don't. This time I didn't. Zaytoon's castle is somewhere in Urbania<br />
and that's <strong>the</strong> closest I can come."<br />
From <strong>the</strong> misty courtyard came <strong>the</strong> harsh chatter <strong>of</strong> machine-gun fire.<br />
Jennie Barr was sitting on <strong>the</strong> cot, her notebook open on her lap.<br />
Zaytoon testing weapons again today, she wrote. Demonstrating to potential customers?<br />
In order to see out <strong>the</strong> only window in <strong>the</strong> small grey stone room, Jennie had to stand atop <strong>the</strong><br />
rickety cot. <strong>The</strong> view afforded by <strong>the</strong> effort was not especially inspiring. All she was able to see<br />
was ano<strong>the</strong>r turret <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> bleak castle she was imprisoned in and a thin slice <strong>of</strong> sky. <strong>The</strong> activities<br />
down in <strong>the</strong> courtyard she had to guess at, assisted by <strong>the</strong> sounds <strong>the</strong> various weapons— machine<br />
guns, rifles, grenades— made and occasional puffs <strong>of</strong> smoke that drifted across her portion <strong>of</strong> sky.