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I felt no murder here, only the tender voices of nuns
I went up the staircase, letting ht and human tread
After five hundred years, I know such tricks I could frighten all the young ones-the hangers-on and the gawkers-just as surely as the other ancient ones did it, even thewords to evince their telepathy, or vanishing when they chose to leave, or now and then evenaccohteen inches thick with cypress sills that will never rot
He ht Marius, where is he? Before I had visited Lestat, I had not wanted to talk very much to Marius, and had spoken only a few civil words when I left e
After all, I had brought erie of the Undead Who better to safeguard them than my beloved Marius, so powerful that none here dared question his smallest request
There is no telepathic link between us naturally-Marius -but as soon as this occurred to me, I realized without the aid of this telepathic link that I could not feel the presence of Marius in the building I didn't knohat had happened in that brief interval when I knelt down to look at Lestat I didn't knohere Marius was I couldn't catch the familiar human scents of Benji or Sybelle A little stab of panic paralyzed me
I stood on the second story of the building I leaned against the wall,with deterht made pools of yellow on the boards
Where were they, Benji and Sybelle? What had I done in bringing thelorious hu of twenty-five What if Marius, so generous in his own soul, had carelessly let theht?
"I' one " The voice was abrupt, soft, welcome
My Maker stood on the landing just belowcome up the steps behindplaced hi distance with silent and invisible speed
"Master," I said with a little trace of a sy "This place makes me sad "
He nodded "I have them, Armand," he said "The city seethes withhere No one will hurt them Even if I weren't here to say so, no one would dare "
It was I who nodded noasn't so sure, really Vampires are by their very nature perverse and do wicked and terrible things simply for the sport of it To kill another's ries here, drawn by remarkable events
"You're a wonder, young o
ne," he said toone! Who else would call me this but Marius, my Maker, and what is five hundred years to him? "You went into the sun, child," he continued with the saible concern written on his kind face "And you lived to tell the tale "