Vampire Rites Trilogy. Darren Shan

Чтение книги онлайн.

СКАЧАТЬ should they ask you?” Mr Crepsley enquired.

      “Because I know more about the vampaneze than most. And because of my investiture – it’s amazing how much more you’re expected to know when you move up in the world.”

      “Gavner Purl told me about that. Congratulations,” Mr Crepsley said rather stiffly.

      “You don’t approve,” Kurda noted.

      “I did not say that.”

      “You didn’t have to. It’s written all over your face. But I don’t mind. You’re not the only one who objects. I’m used to the controversy.”

      “Excuse me,” I said, “but what’s an ‘investiture’?”

      “That’s what they call it when you move up in the organization,” Kurda explained. He had a light way of speaking, and a smile was never far from his lips and eyes. He reminded me of Gavner and I took an immediate shine to him.

      “Where are you moving to?” I asked.

      “The top,” he smiled. “I’m being made a Prince. There’ll be a big ceremony and a lot of to-do.” He grimaced. “It’ll be a dull affair, I’m afraid, but there’s no way around it. Centuries of tradition, standards to uphold, etcetera.”

      “You should not speak dismissively of your investiture,” Mr Crepsley growled. “It is a great honour.”

      “I know,” Kurda sighed. “I just wish people wouldn’t make such a big deal of it. It’s not like I’ve done anything wondrous.”

      “How do you become a Vampire Prince?” I asked.

      “Why?” Kurda replied, a twinkle in his eye. “Thinking of applying for the job?”

      “No,” I chuckled. “Just curious.”

      “There’s no fixed way,” he said. “To become a General, you study for a set number of years and pass regular tests. Princes, on the other hand, are elected sporadically and for different reasons.

      “Usually a Prince is someone who’s distinguished himself in many battles, earning the trust and admiration of his colleagues. One of the established Princes nominates him. If the other Princes agree, he’s automatically elevated up the ranks. If one objects, the Generals vote and the majority decision decides his fate. If two or more Princes object, the motion’s rejected.

      “I squeezed in by the vote,” he grinned. “Fifty-four per cent of the Generals think I’ll make a fitting Prince. Which means that near enough one in two think I won’t!”

      “It was the tightest vote ever,” Mr Crepsley said. “Kurda is only a hundred and twenty earth years old, making him one of the youngest Princes ever, and many Generals believe he is too young to command their respect. They will follow him once he is elected – there is no question of that – but they are not happy about it.”

      “Come now,” Kurda clucked. “Don’t cover up for me and leave the boy thinking it’s my age they object to. Here, Darren.” When I was standing beside him, he bent his right arm so that the biceps were bulging. “What do you think?”

      “They’re not very big,” I answered truthfully.

      Kurda howled gleefully. “May the gods of the vampires save us from honest children! But you’re right – they’re not big. Every other Prince has muscles the size of bowling balls. The Princes have always been the biggest, toughest, bravest vampires. I’m the first to be nominated because of this.” He tapped his head. “My brain.”

      “You mean you’re smarter than everybody else?”

      “Way smarter,” he said, then pulled a face. “Not really,” he sighed. “I just use my brains more than most. I don’t believe vampires should stick to the old ways as rigidly as they do. I think we should move forward and adapt to life in the twenty-first century. More than anything else, I believe we should strive to make peace with our estranged brothers – the vampaneze.”

      “Kurda is the first vampire since the signing of the peace treaty to consort with the vampaneze,” Mr Crepsley said gruffly.

      “Consort?” I asked uncertainly.

      “I’ve been meeting with them,” Kurda explained. “I’ve spent much of the last thirty or forty years tracking them down, talking, getting to know them. That’s where I got my scars.” He tapped the left side of his face. “I had to agree to let them mark me – it was a way of offering myself to them and placing myself at their mercy.”

      Now I knew why the scars looked familiar – I’d seen similar marks on a human that the mad vampaneze Murlough had targeted six years earlier! Vampaneze were traditionalists and marked their prey in advance of a kill, always the same three scratches on the left cheek.

      “The vampaneze aren’t as different to us as most vampires believe,” Kurda continued. “Many would jump at the chance to return to the fold. Compromises will have to be made – both sides must back down on certain issues – but I’m sure we can come to terms and live together again, as one.”

      “That is why he is being invested,” Mr Crepsley said. “A lot of the Generals – fifty-four per cent, in any case – think it is time we were reunited with the vampaneze. The vampaneze trust Kurda but are reluctant to commit to negotiations with other Generals. When Kurda is a Prince, he will have total control over the Generals, and the vampaneze know no General would disobey the order of a Prince. So if he sends a vampire along to discuss terms, the vampaneze will trust him and sit down to talk. Or so the reasoning goes.”

      “You don’t agree with it, Larten?” Kurda asked.

      Mr Crepsley looked troubled. “There is much about the vampaneze which I admire, and I have never been opposed to talks designed to bridge the gap between us. But I would not be so quick to give them a voice among the Princes.”

      “You think they might use me to force more of their beliefs on us than we force on them?” Kurda suggested.

      “Something like that.”

      Kurda shook his head. “I’m looking to create a tribe of equals. I won’t force any changes through that the other Princes and Generals don’t agree with.”

      “If that is so, luck to you. But things are happening too fast for my liking. Were I a General, I would have campaigned as hard as I could against you.”

      “I hope I live long enough to prove your distrust of me ill-founded,” Kurda sighed, then turned to me. “What do you think, Darren? Is it time for a change?”

      I hesitated before answering. “I don’t know enough about the vampires or vampaneze to offer an opinion,” I said.

      “Nonsense,” Kurda huffed. “Everyone’s entitled to an opinion. Go on, Darren, tell me what you think. I like to know what’s on people’s minds. The world would be a simpler and safer place if we all spoke our true thoughts.”

      “Well,” I said slowly, “I’m not sure I like the idea of doing a deal with the vampaneze – I think it’s wrong to kill humans when you drink from them – but if you СКАЧАТЬ