“You think to baffle me, you bastards!” I called back to them. “With your pale faces all there in a row, like sheep in a butcher’s! You shall be sorry yet, each one of you. You think you have left me without a place to rest, but I have more.” To date, you see, they had found forty-nine of my fifty boxes, and desecrated Hosts within them; my idea was to keep them thinking about the one box they had not found, and turn their minds away from speculation on whether some of the forty-nine might be fakes, or might still be quite comfortable to me despite the sacrilegious treatment to which they had been subjected.
“My revenge has just begun!” I raved on, waving my fist, shouting with what I hoped would sound like the bravado often used to cover a forced retreat. “I spread it over centuries, for time is on my side, and I can afford to wait. Your girls that you all love are mine already, and through them you and others shall yet be mine — my creatures, to do my bidding and to be my jackals when I want to feed. Bah!”
With a final threatening wave I turned and fled. Of course I wanted to leave the impression that I was getting out of the country, but it would hardly have done to come right out and say so, and expect to be believed. I retired a short distance beyond Piccadilly Circus, into Soho, where I paused in a secret place to make sure that my fiftieth original box was still secure, then went to hire a cart to transport it to the docks.
Van Helsing and his crew meanwhile returned to the asylum. Mina naturally heard of the day’s exploits with breathless interest. Seward records in his diary that “she grew snowy white at times when danger had seemed to threaten her husband, and red at others when his devotion to her was manifest.”
She also tried, in accordance with my plan, to encourage an end to hostilities. She hardly dared speak openly in my favor, of course, but attempted to at least plant some seed of sympathy:
“Jonathan … and you, all my true, true friends … I know that you must fight, that you must destroy even as you destroyed the false Lucy so that the true Lucy might live hereafter; but it is not a work of hate. The poor soul who has wrought all this misery is the saddest case of all … you must be pitiful to him too, though it may not hold your hands from his destruction.”
Harker leapt to his feet for his reply: “May God give him into my hand just long enough to destroy that earthly life of him which we are aiming at. If beyond it I could send his soul forever and ever to burning hell I would do it!”
And Mina: “Oh, hush! … you will crush me with fear and horror … I have been thinking all this long, long day of it — that perhaps … someday … I too may need such pity. And that some other like you — and with equal cause for anger — may deny it to me!”
According to Seward this appeal left the “men all in tears,” and Mina “wept too, to see that her sweeter counsels had prevailed.” Alas for her hopes, that gang of scoundrels was as determined as ever to impale me one day on a stake: that they might now be willing to murmur a prayer or shed a tear whilst murdering me was not, from my point of view, such a very great improvement.
Meanwhile I had got my fiftieth box hauled to Doolittle’s Wharf, where I was pleased to locate the Czarina Catherine, a Russian ship bound for the Black Sea and thence on up the Danube. Visiting the docks, I wore a straw hat so that I could hardly fail to be noticed and engaged Czarina’s captain in a rather conspicuous argument, even summoning up some fog to shroud his ship until I should have my box safely on board; subtlety of an order to challenge Sherlock Holmes was hardly in order against my present foe. The box I had conspicuously addressed to Count Dracula, Galatz, via Varna; and before leaving London I wrote to my agent Hildesheim in Galatz with instructions for its reception.
I of course booked no passage for myself, the idea being that my hunters were to think I was in the box, even as I had made the outward trip. But at the turn of the tide I boarded the ship, ostensibly to see to the box’s storage. This was after sunset, and none of the crew saw me again. They cast off, thinking I had gone ashore. Soon they were right, for when the tide next turned — to transport myself over flowing water is much easier at the turning — I flew in bat-shape back to Southend-on-Sea, and thence made my way back to Purfleet before dawn, to obtain some much-needed rest in my hidden lair on the overgrown grounds of Carfax. I had taken care to bring with me from the ship some small splinters from her main mast and planks, and a little soil and mold from crevices below. With these materials at hand I could from afar keep track of Czarina Catherine’s movements, and even provide her with my choice of winds.
Before sinking into a stupor at dawn I managed to transfer from my mind to Mina’s, in her bedroom only a few yards away, my assurances that all was going well so far and also my idea for the next step in our little game.
She thought it a clever plan and at once had Van Helsing awakened. She then suggested to the professor, as her own idea, that he should try to hypnotize her in order to discover my location through the mental bond that our exchange of blood was known to have forged between us. From a faked trance she soon reported darkness, and “the lapping of water. It is gurgling by, and little waves leap …”
Mina’s imitation of the hypnotic state was superbly done, or at any rate done well enough to make Van Helsing take the bait. He soon pronounced that now he knew:
what was in the count’s mind when he seized that money, though Jonathan’s so fierce knife put him in danger … He meant escape. Hear me, ESCAPE! He saw that with but one earth box left, and a pack of men following like dogs after a fox, this London was no place for him. He have take his last earth box on board a ship … Tally Ho! … Now more than ever we must find him if we have to follow him to the jaws of hell!
This was not the hoped-for reaction and Mina grew paler as she asked faintly: “Why?”
“Because,” Van Helsing answered solemnly, “he can live for centuries, and you are but mortal woman. Time is now to be dreaded — since once he put that mark upon your throat.”
And Mina, not knowing how else to reply, fell down in a faint beneath the professor’s bright-eyed scrutiny. She was game, though, and tried him once more, later in the day, after the men had learned about Czarina’s departure carrying an odd box placed aboard her by a vampirish man.
I asked him if it were certain that the count had remained on board the ship. He replied: “We have the best proof of that — your own evidence when in the hypnotic trance this morning.” I asked him again if it were really necessary that they should pursue the count, for oh! I dread Jonathan leaving me, and I know that he would surely go if the others went.
Again Van Helsing’s answer was yes. I paraphrase, omitting some five hundred words.
Mina persisted: “But will not the count take his rebuff wisely? Since he has been driven from England, will he not avoid it, as a tiger does the village from which he has been hunted?”
Van Helsing, who had now somewhat modified his earlier ideas of my “cunning more than mortal,” would not entertain the thought. “Look at his persistence and endurance. With the child-brain that was of him he have long since conceive the idea of coming to a great city … the glimpse that he have had, whet his appetite only and enkeen his desire …”
The other men, except for Mina’s outraged husband, who was ready to take any risk to be avenged on me, were as I had expected losing their enthusiasm for the chase. Certainly by October fifth, only two days after I had supposedly fled the country, Seward for one was already having second thoughts:
Even now, when I am gravely revolving the matter, it is almost impossible to realize that the cause of all our trouble is still existent. Even Mrs. Harker seems to lose sight of her trouble for whole spells; it is only now and again, when something recalls it to her mind, that she thinks of her terrible scar …
That damned scar hung there on her face, an ominous red warning to us all. The goings-on in Mina’s subconscious — remember that at the time we did not know that word — had been channeled by Van Helsing’s mesmeric powers into producing this stigma.
And that the scar nearly matched the one I had received at her husband’s hands must have been more than sheer coincidence — there’s that profound or perhaps meaningless word again. And no one who could see both scars seems ever to have remarked upon their similarity — except for Mina, and one other, as I will shortly relate.
Van Helsing, now that the tiger had been — as he thought — driven far from the village, and perhaps beyond the hunters’ reach forever, was, perhaps impelled by his own subconscious, looking for other potential game. “Our poor dear Madam Mina is changing,” he confided to Seward at a moment when the two of them were alone. “I can see the characteristics of the vampire coming into her face. It is now but very, very slight; but it is to be seen if we have eyes to notice without to prejudge. Her teeth are some sharper, and at times her eyes are more hard … there is to her the silence now often, as it was with Miss Lucy.”
Whilst Seward nodded, wide-eyed, the professor went on: “Now my fear is this: If it be that she can, by our hypnotic trance, tell what the count see and hear, is it not more that he who have hypnotize her first, and have made her drink of his blood, should compel her mind to disclose to him what she know of us?”
Seward had to agree, and it was decided to again reverse policy and exclude Mina from all councils of war. On that evening, before they had been forced to break this sad news to her, “a great personal relief was experienced” by both doctors, as Seward wrote, when “Mrs. Harker … sent a message by her husband to say that she would not join us at present, as she thought it better that we should be free to discuss our movements without her presence to embarrass us.” Mina of course had caught some hints from Jonathan as to which way the wind was blowing, and had also caught from me a mental signal that I was a-thirst to visit her that night.
Actually my small, furry shape alighted on her bedroom windowsill just as she was packing her husband off to join the other men in their deliberations below. She closed the door of their sitting-room behind him with a sigh of relief, and came tripping gaily into the bedroom. Her face brightened further as she caught sight of the transformed count with bat nose pressed against the pane, impatiently awaiting audience.
She moved at once to open the window for me — that I might avoid the inconvenience of a shape change to get in — but her first glance at the bat-form as it hopped inside was not without an admixture of repugnance. I made haste to swell into human shape as soon as I was well within the room.
“Think of it as a mere disguise,” I murmured when we had kissed. “No more than a suit I sometimes wear. But tell me, why such a joyous dance step, fair lady, as that with which you crossed the sitting room just now?”
“Besides the joy of seeing you again,” Mina answered, “it was just sheer relief at not having to endure another of their meetings.” She told me how she had just anticipated her re-exclusion by their leadership, and sighed as if at the removal of an ill-fitting shoe. “They all sit there, scowling or open-mouthed, listening to Van Helsing rant on about how hideous vampires are, as if that had no connection at all with me. That is, until one of them remembers the mark of Cain upon my forehead, and sneaks a look at it; and then his eyes slide almost guiltily away as soon as they come near to meeting mine. Even — even Jonathan is no longer quite willing to look me steadily in the face. He loves me still, I think, but it is as if — as if he has grown somewhat ashamed of me.”
She raised her fingers to the red scar that marred her beauty. “Vlad, speak fully and honestly, as your love for me is full and true. What can be done about this? Is there no way to make it disappear?”
I was now sitting on her bed, my legs crossed, swinging one of a pair of stylish new English boots. I supposed I might possibly have applied some hypnotic powers of my own to rid her of the scar, but it had been my experience with similar hysterical manifestations that if they were suppressed in one form, without the root cause being removed, they were likely to reappear in some new form even more discomfiting.
“Not without considerable risk to you,” I answered. “Not at present, anyway. Remember, Van Helsing would probably be gravely suspicious that you were truly turning vampire if the scar, or the small marks on your throat, were to suddenly disappear. But take heart, in time we shall find a way.”
“But, Vlad, why should Dr. Van Helsing’s touching me with the Host have left this hideous stain for all to see? I still cannot understand; be patient with me. Why must I bear this mark if — if I am not in fact …”
“Unclean and evil? Be assured that you are not. That mark can have come only through Van Helsing’s mesmeric power, whether under his deliberate control or not, acting on your body through a part of your own mind that is not conscious.”
“But how can a mind that is not conscious act?”
“I do not know how.” In that year of 1891 a young doctor named Sigmund Freud was only beginning his researches into hysteria. “But I have seen similar things before. Mina, I myself may be evidence of a superior kind of hypnotic power.”
“What do you mean, Vlad?”
“I mean a power basically similar to hypnotism, but carried to an extreme degree, far beyond what Van Helsing or Charcot or any of the regular practitioners of today can hope to accomplish. Surpassing their best efforts — or the best efforts I could consciously make — even as the steam locomotive transcends the power of the boiling tea kettle.
“I should have died of sword wounds, Mina, in the year of Our Lord 1476. My lungs stopped, and my heart, but I feared neither death nor life … do you know the writings of the American, Poe? Or of Joseph Glanville, your own countryman? ‘Man doth not yield him to the angels, nor unto death utterly, save only by the weakness of his feeble will.’ It was no vampire woman’s embrace that made me what I am.”
She stared at me so strangely for a little while that I had to smile to reassure her. “But it is frightening, Vlad,” was all she said.
“Any human life can frighten the one who lives it,” I told her softly, “if he or she will let it do so.” Still smiling, I caressed her cheek. “Then simply trust me. To frighten you again is the last thing that I want. In good time both our scars will disappear. Come, now, will you not smile again tor me? Ah. That is one ray of bright sunshine that I find most pleasant.”
After we had talked of happy matters for a little time I said: “I am very glad to have you with me now. But at the same time I could almost wish you were below at the men’s council, that we might be fully informed of all their plans. Is your latest exclusion from their meetings permanent, do you think?”
“Oh, pooh! I can find some way to rejoin them, if you think that there is something truly vital I might learn.”
“There are several questions whose answers may be vital to me. For example, when and by what means do they intend to pursue Czarina Catherine? I am sure they mean to do so somehow. And, have they telegraphed ahead of her, to authorities at the Bosporus, say, or perhaps somewhere nearer my homeland, in an attempt to have the box investigated or destroyed? Godalming is influential and they will not be above using bribery to hunt me down.”
Mina was now sitting on my knee, rubbing her face against mine, then tilting back her chin so her long throat passed against my lips. “I will try to make certain, of course — ah. But as for telegraphing ahead, I think not. I think they want the satisfaction of destroying you with their own hands.”
I held her at arm’s length, and spoke with utmost seriousness. “And you had best take care, my sweet, that they never turn on you with the same thought in mind. I have seen things in Van Helsing’s eyes, and heard things from his lips … his own wife’s not in a madhouse for nothing, in my opinion. Give him any evidence that he can interpret as just cause and he’ll be delighted to hammer a stake through your soft heart and watch you jump with every blow. Or, more likely, he’ll talk dear Jonathan into doing it for your own good whilst he and the others watch. As he convinced Arthur to send his beloved Lucy on to her reward.”
“I have th
ought about it.” But now Mina did not seem especially frightened. She nodded, narrow-eyed, at me and smiled. “There is one almost infallible way by which a poor simple girl like me may turn away strong men from almost any course of action.”
I loved her. “And that is?”
Her smile widened. Were her teeth, in truth, a very little sharper now? “Suggest it to them as my own idea, and keep on reminding them that it is mine.”
And true to her word, a few days later she got all the men to swear that they would kill her should they ever decide she was so changed toward vampirism that such a move would be best for all concerned. She told me later that whilst she made her moving plea. Van Helsing for once rather sulked in the background. Needless to say, is it not, that the act never came near accomplishment?
She was able to pass on to me also some matters which were meant to be kept secret from her but which she was able to learn without difficulty from a servant who had been sent to arrange for railroad passage.
“They are going overland, Vlad, departing from Charing Cross station for Paris on the morning of October twelfth; in Paris they plan to board the Orient Express. Exactly how far they mean to go by rail, or what are their plans for intercepting you at their destination, I have not yet been able to learn. Oh, what will they do, what will I do to explain my faulty visions when it is discovered that the box is empty?”
“Mina, I have been giving the matter long thought, as you may well imagine. We must face facts. From what you tell me, Jonathan seems more mad than sane with the wish to do me harm, and if that were not enough to keep the others going, there is the professor, who will not let them turn back from the hunt. Nothing but evidence of my death is going to satisfy this crew. That box, when they open it, may not be empty after all.”
Track Seven
The lynching party departed London on schedule one foggy morning, and reached Paris via boat-train on the night of the same day, October twelfth. Mina had talked the men into bringing her along, in her capacity as a hypnotic medium, by which they might hope to keep track of my whereabouts. With a somewhat altered appearance, and of course traveling under an assumed name, I was on the same train as their expedition left Charing Cross station. As I and my enemies crossed the Channel more or less together, the Czarina Catherine, going the long way round, was traversing the Mediterranean toward the same distant goal. I was sending her whatever favorable winds and weather came easily to hand, and turning aside a squall or two that threatened some delay.
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