Vampire War Trilogy. Darren Shan

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      Loud cheering broke out. Some Generals were so elated by Mika’s words that a group swept forward, picked him up, and carried him from the Hall. They could be heard singing and shouting as they headed for the crates of ale and wine stored below. The other, more sober-headed Generals looked to Paris for guidance.

      “Go on,” the elderly Prince smiled. “It would be impolite to let Mika and his over-eager companions drink alone.”

      The remaining Generals applauded the announcement and hurried away, leaving only a few Hall attendants, myself, Mr Crepsley and Paris behind.

      “This is foolish,” Mr Crepsley grumbled. “If the vampaneze are truly considering surrender, we should push hard after them, not waste time – ”

      “Larten,” Paris interrupted. “Follow the others, find the largest barrel of ale you can, and get good and steaming drunk.”

      Mr Crepsley stared at the Prince, his mouth wide open. “Paris!” he gasped.

      “You have been caged in here too long,” Paris said. “Go and unwind, and do not return without a hangover.”

      “But–” Mr Crepsley began.

      “That is an order, Larten,” Paris growled.

      Mr Crepsley looked as though he’d swallowed a live eel, but he was never one to disobey an order from a superior, so he clicked his heels together, muttered, “Aye, Sire,” and stormed off to the store-rooms in a huff.

      “I’ve never seen Mr Crepsley with a hangover,” I laughed. “What’s he like?”

      “Like a … what do the humans say? A gorilla with a sore head?” Paris coughed into a fist – he’d been coughing a lot lately – then smiled. “But it will do him good. Larten takes life too seriously sometimes.”

      “What about you?” I asked. “Do you want to go?”

      Paris pulled a sour face. “A mug of ale would prove the end of me. I shall take advantage of the break by lying in my coffin at the back of the Hall and getting a full day’s sleep.”

      “Are you sure? I can stay if you want.”

      “No. Go and enjoy yourself. I will be fine.”

      “OK.” I hopped off my throne and made for the door.

      “Darren,” Paris called me back. “An excessive amount of alcohol is as bad for the young as for the old. If you are wise, you will drink in moderation.”

      “Remember what you told me about wisdom a few years ago, Paris?” I replied.

      “What?”

      “You said the only way to get wise was to get experienced.” Winking, I rushed out of the Hall and was soon sharing a barrel of ale with a grumpy, orange-haired vampire. Mr Crepsley gradually cheered up as the night progressed, and was singing loudly by the time he reeled back to his coffin late the following morning.

       CHAPTER FIVE

      I COULDN’T understand why there were two moons in the sky when I awoke, or why they were green. Groaning, I rubbed the back of a hand over my eyes, then looked again. I realized I was lying on the floor, staring up at the green eyes of a chuckling Harkat Mulds. “Have fun last night?” he asked.

      “I’ve been poisoned,” I moaned, rolling over on to my stomach, feeling as though I was on the deck of a ship during a fierce storm.

      “You won’t be wanting boar guts and … bat broth then?”

      “Don’t!” I winced, weak at the very thought of food.

      “You and the others must have drained … half the mountain’s supply of ale last night,” Harkat remarked, helping me to my feet.

      “Is there an earthquake?” I asked as he let go of me.

      “No,” he said, puzzled.

      “Then why’s the floor shaking?”

      He laughed and steered me to my hammock. I’d been sleeping inside the door of our cell. I had vague memories of falling off the hammock every time I tried to get on. “I’ll just sit on the floor a while,” I said.

      “As you wish,” Harkat chortled. “Would you like some ale?”

      “Go away or I’ll hit you,” I growled.

      “Is ale no longer to your liking?”

      “No!”

      “That’s funny. You were singing about how much you … loved it earlier. ‘Ale, ale, I drink like a whale, I am the … Prince, the Prince of ale’.”

      “I could have you tortured,” I warned him.

      “Never mind,” Harkat said. “The whole clan went crazy … last night. It takes a lot to get a vampire drunk, but … most managed. I’ve seen some wandering the tunnels, looking lik–”

      “Please,” I begged, “don’t describe them.” Harkat laughed again, pulled me to my feet and led me out of the cell, into the maze of tunnels. “Where are we going?” I asked.

      “The Hall of Perta Vin Grahl. I asked Seba about cures … for hangovers – I had a feeling you’d have one – and he said … a shower usually did the trick.”

      “No!” I moaned. “Not the showers! Have mercy!”

      Harkat took no notice of my pleas, and soon he was shoving me under the icy cold waters of the internal waterfalls in the Hall of Perta Vin Grahl. I thought my head was going to explode when the water first struck, but after a few minutes the worst of my headache had passed and my stomach had settled. By the time I was towelling myself dry, I felt a hundred times better.

      We passed a green-faced Mr Crepsley on our way back to our cell. I bid him a good evening, but he only snarled in reply.

      “I’ll never understand the appeal of … alcohol,” Harkat said as I was dressing.

      “Haven’t you ever got drunk?” I replied.

      “Perhaps in my past life, but not since … becoming a Little Person. I don’t have taste buds, and alcohol doesn’t … affect me.”

      “Lucky you,” I muttered sourly.

      Once I’d dressed, we strolled up to the Hall of Princes to see if Paris needed me, but it was largely deserted and Paris was still in his coffin.

      “Let’s go on a tour of the tunnels … beneath the Halls,” Harkat suggested. We’d done a lot of exploring when we first came to the mountain, but it had been two or three years since we’d last gone off on an adventure.

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