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It is better to reign in hell than serve in heaven Milton
Chapter 1.
Welcome back, you who have chosen to follow the damned
into the dark corridors of the unknown and have emerged
baptized in blood. Do you dare to revel in the dance led
by the angels of darkness and find solace in the crusade
against the pure and mundane? Then hold fast and read on
as more dark deeds await your discovery wrapped in the
black robes of night.
Indeed, it was this black robe of night that was
ablaze with a fiery glow emanating from the Paris
courthouse. Three men were inside the inferno burning for
the vicious judgment they had handed down earlier that day,
but their prisoner had escaped and exacted her revenge.
Their cries were carried on the warm breeze up into the
darkness and it was under this shadowy cloak of darkness
that Christina Lafage made her escape.
The small carriage that held Christina and her
companions went unnoticed as it quietly made its way out of
the city toward the east. Christina had been through much
since being initiated into the realm of necromancy and
receiving her power. She had taken many lives, lives that
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had nurtured and increased her power. But she had yet to
master her awesome power.
Her mother and teacher, Madame Duchamp, was a
formidable necromancer in her own right. She had taught
Christina everything she knew, guiding her through her
initiation into the black arts that began with Christina
willingly selling her soul to Lucien, the master himself.
Christina had been a very eager student, greatly impressing
her mentor with her abilities and the speed at which she
learned them. She had proven herself to be very skilled in
formulating potions, amulets, death spells and even raising
the dead, but it was her decent into the netherworld to
save her lover, Richard, that had been her greatest
achievement. She had traveled all the way from France to
Egypt to the underground temple of Set and sailed along the
river of the dead. She had tricked Abbaddon, guardian of
the dead, and escaped with her power and her lover intact.
All of these things swam in Madame Duchamps mind as
she proudly gazed at Christina, but she could see that
something was clearly troubling her daughter. What is on
your mind, Christina? she asked, already knowing what
Christinas reply would be.
Oh, its nothing, Christina dreamily replied, her
dark brown hair framing her alluring features.
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But Madame Duchamp knew better, Christina was like an
open book, laid bare before her. She knew the cause of her
trouble had to be Rebecca, the only one who had betrayed
Christina and escaped through suicide. Christina had
developed a strong appetite for vengeance that was
difficult to quell.
Its Rebecca that torments your wounded pride, is it
not? Madame Duchamp knowingly asked. Christina heavily
sighed and turned toward the window. I thought you had
agreed to put that behind you, Madame Duchamp whispered
not wanting to wake Richard or Babette, their servant.
I am trying, Christina replied tearing her gaze from
the window. Its not easy to just let it go.
You need to, Christina, Madame Duchamp insisted.
You still have much to learn and dwelling on the past will
only impede your progress. Madame Duchamp could read the
frustration in Christinas eyes. I know it is a difficult
thing to do, she continued, but you can overcome it by
continuing on the path. Rebecca got the better of you and
you dont like that. She bested you because you were
inexperienced. Learn to use the element of surprise and
bide your time. Keep your anger in check and the wisdom
will come. The power can bring you so many things,
Christina, focus and continue to learn.
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I know that what you say is true, Christina
confessed with tears beginning to well. But you know that
I have such a fiery rage in me. Why does this fire burn so
hotly?
Madame Duchamp leaned over and squeezed Christinas
hand gently. Youth and inexperience, she replied. The
only remedy is maturity and learning, but it will only come
if you are ready.
Christina made a solemn promise to put the past behind
her and continue to look ahead. Even now she could feel
her power flowing through her veins; enhancing her senses
and making her feel alive. It would be reprehensible to
waste such a gift and not develop it.
The carriage that had been traveling so smoothly
suddenly came to a rough patch, jarring the occupants
inside.
Richard woke with a start. Where are we? he wearily
asked.
Yes, mother, Christina said. You never did tell us
where we were going.
Paris is not the only place with wealthy aristocrats
who desire our services, she declared, the wild blue of
her eyes piercing the dimness of the carriage. We are
bound for Vienna; there we will continue your training,
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Christina. The journey will not be a smooth one, but it
will be much easier than Egypt was.
Christina was not sure if her mother meant the journey
to Vienna or her journey down the left handed path but she
was too tired to inquire further. Sleep loomed on the
horizon and the road was becoming too treacherous to
navigate in the dark. Madame Duchamp decided that a safe
distance separated them from Paris and they stopped at a
small inn for the night. Luxury was unheard of in the
humble inn, but a bed of straw was better than a bed of
earth. Sleep came easily to Christina and she eagerly
surrendered to its serene embrace.
The early morning wove a tapestry of rain, composing a
somber melody on the roof of the small room that Christina
shared with Richard. Her body was intertwined with his
sleeping form and she wished to stay in his embrace, but
she knew that Madame Duchamp would want to move on as early
as possible. Christina was anxious to see Vienna, but
traveling in the rain was something that she was not
looking forward to. She reluctantly woke Richard and they
went to meet Madame Duchamp and Babette in the tavern. A
warm smell of coffee and freshly baked bread greeted them
as they opened the door and hurried inside.
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Im glad to see the two of you awake so early,
Madame Duchamp announced, pouring generous amounts of
coffee. Christina slowly sipped the hot coffee, chasing
the chill from her body. Warm your insides, Christina,
Madame Duchamp smiled. I know how you hate to travel in
the rain.
Is there anything we can do about the rain?
Christina asked through the rising steam of her coffee.
Im afraid not, her mother answered. We can only
control the storms we raise; well just have to endure this
one. The roads through Germany can be dangerous and
bandits are always a possible hazard, so we all need to
keep our wits about us.
They all nodded in agreement but Christina wondered
why her mother had chosen such a faraway place where the
journey held such dangers. She knew that her mother never
did anything without good reason, but she still had to know
what that reason was. Her curiosity kindled, she inquired,
Why have you chosen Vienna? Would it not be easier to
choose a closer destination where the journey is not so
dangerous?
Dont tell me youre backing away from a challenge,
Christina! Madame Duchamp said with raised eyebrows.
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No, of course not, Christina stammered, a bit
embarrassed that Madame Duchamp might think her question a
cowardly one. I just thought it might be easier . . .
Nothing worthwhile is easy, Madame Duchamp
interrupted. You above all should know that. She knew
that Christina had been through a lot of difficulty and the
temptation toward easy choices was strong in one so young.
I know we follow a difficult path, I didnt mean to
sound apprehensive, Christina said in defense.
Easy choices make us careless, Christina, Madame
Duchamp warned, squeezing Christinas hand. We need to be
far away from Paris right now and the road to Vienna is a
dangerous one, so be vigilant and Ill let you kill the
first bandit.
A mischievous smile spread across Christinas face at
the thought of taking a life and enhancing her power. No
one would question the death of a highway bandit; it was a
perfect way for Christina to feed her power.
The horses are quite rested, Madame Duchamp,
announced Gerard, their driver, breaking into Christinas
murderous thoughts. We should leave now while the rain is
rather light.
Very good, Gerard, Madame Duchamp responded. Well,
lets be off, new opportunities are waiting.
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They spent the better part of the day pushing on
toward Germany, the rain alternating between downpour and
drizzle. The bleakness of the day reflected itself in
Christina's mood, making her pensive and distant. It was
only when they stopped at an inn near the German border for
the night that her solemn mood began to melt. The promise
of a dry place to spend the night and finally be out of the
rain was a relief for all of them.
There was already a fire blazing in the hearth of the
room Christina and Richard shared, making it soothing and
inviting. The warm glow from the fire illuminated
Christinas face as she knelt before it and she could feel
the dampness begin to evaporate.
Richard knelt behind her and wrapped his arms around
her whispering, I want you. She could feel his naked
flesh against her, igniting her desire. His kisses were
warm and seductive and she eagerly surrendered, tilting her
head back and feeling his tongue caress her neck. She
turned to face him and rose, letting him undress her. He
worked slowly, fueling her fire until she was stripped
before him. She ached to have him inside her and he pulled
her down on top of him, kissing her deeply. Christina rode
him fiercely, her fiery passion permeating every cell,
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culminating in a blissful state of ecstasy that exhausted
them both.
Clear skies rode in on the early morning breeze
blowing softly through the window. Richard and Christina
woke in each others arms, his blond hair entwined with her
dark tresses, creating an intricate web. There came a soft
knocking at the door and Christina uttered a drowsy hail
that was answered by Madame Duchamp announcing the
approaching time of their departure. Christina assured her
that they were awake and would be ready to leave shortly.
It was not long before the bumpy carriage ride took
them to the German border where a shady looking customs
agent greeted them. Madame Duchamp turned to her
companions and whispered, The customs agents are easily
bribed, but today well save our money. These agents are
notorious for rummaging through baggage and helping
themselves to whatever they want. They are no better than
the bandits.
The agent approached the carriage and looked inside.
Baggage check, please, he said with a devious grin,
exposing gnarled brown teeth.
Madame Duchamp stepped out of the carriage, never
taking her eyes from his weather beaten face. Her
penetrating stare seemed to paralyze him as the look on his
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face changed from deviance to obedience. We are not
carrying any contraband, she firmly declared. We are
free to go. She waved her hand in front of his face, not
completely breaking the spell, but giving him the ability
to speak.
You are not carrying any contraband, you are free to
go, he uttered in a ghostly monotone.
Thank you, Madame Duchamp smiled as she boarded the
carriage and bade Gerard to continue on.
Christina was impressed but baffled as to why her
mother allowed him to live. Mother, why did you not kill
him and strengthen your power? she curiously asked.
It was not necessary, she confidently answered. We
cant kill everyone who confronts us, Christina. The power
is not to be used so recklessly. A dead customs agent
would certainly arouse more suspicion then a bandit. Dont
worry, youll get your chance.
Christinas chance came sooner than she expected, for
it was not long after they were stopped by the customs
agent that three bandits emerged from the dense forest.
One of them, who appeared to be the leader, fired a pistol
and commanded Gerard to stop. Richard quickly drew his
pistol but Christina placed her hand on his and asserted,
No, my love, this one is mine. Richard smiled and
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slipped the pistol back into his jacket. He knew how
deadly Christinas power could be and he could already see
it erupt behind her eyes, giving them a spectral glow.
Stand and deliver! the leader shouted. Your money
and valuables!
Take him, Christina, Madame Duchamp smiled as
Christina opened the door and stepped out to greet her
prey.
Christina was met by a raised pistol with a dashing
young rake behind it. Your money, frulein . . . and
you, he hungrily leered, as his eyes moved over her body.
The other two bandits stood behind him with pistols drawn
and aimed at the carriage. Do you travel alone, my lovely
prize? he asked.
Madame Duchamp motioned for Richard and Babette to
stay inside and she emerged from the carriage.
What a lovely cargo you carry, driver, the bandit
yelled to Gerard as he moved toward Christina. It would
be a shame to destroy it.
Christinas only answer was to stare into his eyes
while Madame Duchamp gazed intensely into the forest
beyond. He moved closer until the pistol was in
Christinas face.
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Think carefully about your actions, she calmly
whispered. Think carefully before you strike. Christina
could feel the power flowing through her with a fierce
intensity, her eyes never moving from his. He lowered the
pistol as she moved toward him and placed her hands on
either side of his face. His pounding heartbeat resounded
in her ears and she knew that his will had been
surrendered. He was hers. Christina seductively leaned
toward him and parted her lips, but before he could taste
her kiss, she vigorously twisted his neck completely around
causing him to face his startled companions behind him. The
power of his life force shot through her like a bolt of
lightning taking her breath away and strengthening her
power. She could feel it racing through her veins like a
raging inferno.
The bandits companions were in shock, but before they
could strike, the forest had answered Madame Duchamps
invocation in the form of a ravenous pack of wolves. They
immediately leapt upon the unsuspecting bandits, ripping
and tearing into muscle and sinew until the ground beneath
was stained a deep red.
Christina could feel her heightened power pulsating
through every part of her; every cell was alive and infused
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with it. She barely caught her breath when she felt Madame
Duchamps hand on her shoulder.
That was very masterful, Christina, she proudly
stated.
Thank you, mother, she gasped, while in the distance
she could faintly hear Luciens deep voice whispering, You
serve me well, Christina.
I am indebted to you, my lord, Christina whispered
to the unseen presence that had saved her from the
hangmans noose in Paris. Christina stood straight and
caught her breath, wondering when she would see Lucien
again.
She was separated from her daydream by her mothers
voice exclaiming, Enough diversion, on to Baden!
In the confines of the carriage, Christina still
thought of Lucien. His resonant tone struck a familiar
chord deep within her and she longed to be in his presence.
Although she did feel a pang of guilt as Richard laid his
arm across her shoulders and drew her close to him. She
did love Richard, but felt intensely drawn to Lucien as if
long familiar with him, yet she had only been in his
service for a year. It had seemed that so little time had
passed since Christina had surrendered her soul to Lucien
and he bestowed the power upon her and took her virginity,
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which she willingly gave him. Christina knew that Richard
was uneasy around Lucien, but he understood her dedication
to the path and what it demanded of her. The pact she made
with Lucien could not be broken . . . and she did not wish
to break it.
They had been on the road for quite a while and
Christina knew that they would be stopping soon. She
wondered what sort of hovel they would be forced to spend
the night in, when to her surprise, outside the window of
the carriage she spotted a huge hotel. Christina looked at
her mother with a delighted surprise as the carriage pulled
up to the entrance.
I thought we could all use some time at the spa,
Madame Duchamp smiled. This hotel has over one hundred
rooms and some of the best waters in Europe.
A footman approached the carriage, gallantly opened
the door and said, Welcome to Baden.
They had arrived in time for the evening meal, a sort
of pan fried breaded veal with potatoes.
It is called Wiener Schnitzel, Madame Duchamp told
her, noticing the curious look on Christinas face.
The dining hall was very spacious and could easily
accommodate three hundred guests who came from all over
Europe. Wine flowed freely and they feasted on apples and
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apricots that were halved, dried in the oven and served
with butter and cinnamon. A lavish party was to follow in
the grand ballroom, but Christina was too worn out from the
bumpy carriage ride over the rough German roads to attend.
An opulent room awaited her, but she was too tired to
marvel at its finery. The one thing she did take notice of
was the oversized bed. She was grateful for the chance to
sleep in a soft bed instead of straw scattered on a wooden
table. As she melted into the cool softness of the bed,
she felt Richard lay down beside her. Christina lay in
Richards arms, but it was Lucien that stole into her
dreams.
The days Christina spent at Baden were euphoric and
tranquil. She immersed herself in the relaxing sulphur
baths and let the clear water wash away her fatigue and
tension. There were even small tables floating in the
water that allowed the guests to play cards or other games
as they took the waters.
However the blissful feeling was not to last. In a
few days time Christina found herself boarding another
carriage to push on toward Vienna. Gerard assured Madame
Duchamp that the ride would not be as rough, since he had
the carriage fitted with stronger springs.
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Christina gazed out the window at the densely wooded
forest. The road wound through it like a lazy snake
bearing the carriage on its rough scales. She pondered
what wonders Vienna would hold for her. Madame Duchamp had
told her there was very luxurious living in Vienna and
Christina had hoped it would be just as lavish as the spa
they had just left.
The day was growing late and the rocking of the
carriage was having a sedative effect on Christina. She
laid her head on Richards chest, but just before sleep
overtook her the carriage came to a halt. Christina opened
her sleep filmed eyes as Madame Duchamp said, We will stop
here for the night.
Madame Duchamp opened the door of the carriage and
knocked at a battered wooden door. Christina could hear
her mother negotiating a deal with a man whom she guessed
was the innkeeper.
Madame Duchamp entered the carriage, took Christina's
hand in hers and whispered, I promise, this is the last
dreadful inn that you will have to endure.
Christina smiled at her mothers promise, but dreadful
would have been a compliment to this hovel. The place was
filthy and they would all have to share one room. There
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were tables strewn about the room with straw for sleeping
while animals grunted in the next room.
I think that I would rather sleep in the carriage
than with the horses, Christina said with disgust.
I know that it doesnt compare to what we just left
but we should all stay together, Madame Duchamp cautiously
answered. We are strangers in a foreign land and we need
to be careful.
There was no tavern, so the innkeeper, a man named
Klausner, invited them to dine at his table. The main
house where Klausner lived was not much cleaner than the
stable where Christina and her companions would be lodging.
Klausner himself was a squat, filthy individual with shifty
eyes and an ill mannered disposition. Klausner looked them
over as they sat at his table and wondered why these
tourists, who were obviously well to do, had chosen his inn
for the night.
So what brings you to this part of Germany? he
sardonically asked.
We are on our way to Ulm, Madame Duchamp quickly
answered. But the darkness traveled faster and we do not
want to lose our way.
Ulm? Klausner asked. What is there in Ulm?
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Christina did not like Klausner, he asked too many
questions and seemed suspicious.
Madame Duchamp sensed her daughters wariness and shot
a quick reassuring glance before she answered, We are on
our way to Vienna. We plan to sail down the Danube from
Ulm.
Vienna! Klausner exclaimed, winking to a young
servant who had began setting food on the table. Such a
beautiful and wealthy city.
We are but humble tourists, Madame Duchamp replied,
but Klausner was not easily fooled. Tourists who could
afford a private carriage and passage to Vienna by water
were not people of humble means. However there was
something about Madame Duchamp that made him cautious. It
was not her aristocratic demeanor or her appearance. She
was very attractive; raven black hair, alabaster skin and
electric blue eyes that seemed captivating and secretive.
She did not seem to have any fear and that could work to
his advantage . . . or against it. Nevertheless, later as
they slept, he would deprive them of their money and
instill a bit of fear into this bold creature and her
companions. That would please him very much, he concluded,
spearing a greasy black sausage from a large plate laden
with sauerkraut.
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I am very pleased that you exercised restraint with
Herr Klausner, she said.
It was not easy, she grumbled, the anger still
searing and gnawing at her.
I know, Christina, Madame Duchamp assured her. You
have a tremendous gift, dont lose control of it. The
power without wisdom can turn the gift into a curse.
I understand the logic, but its the emotion that
rages inside me, Christina morosely explained.
So like your father, Madame Duchamp sighed. He let
his emotions govern his power and it was his undoing.
Christina had not known her father. He had betrayed
her mother and some of Luciens followers and as a
consequence, paid the ultimate price when her mother
unleashed her power on him.
But I would never betray you, Christina quickly
replied.
I know, her mother smiled. But dont betray
yourself with your emotions. Now try to get some sleep.
Christina lay back on the brittle straw but was too
agitated to sleep. The candle that her mother had left
burning flickered hypnotically in the squalid darkness.
Christina stared at it for some time before feeling drowsy
enough to sleep, but just before her eyes closed, the flame
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trembled as if a sudden draft had wafted carefully into the
barn. Shadows began to creep along the wall, growing ever
longer as Christinas heart began to race. She heard a
pistol being cocked and saw the glint of a metal gun barrel
next to Richard's head.
You would be wise not to make a move, young sir, the
owner of the pistol advised. Christina could see
Klausner's servant with the pistol pressed against her
lovers head, when all of a sudden, the candle flame grew
bright and she heard her mothers voice loud and clear.
You would be wise to lower that pistol!
Christina looked to her left and saw Madame Duchamp
with a dagger at Klausner's throat, her eyes fierce and
burning with rage.
The terrified servant lowered the pistol as Richard
grabbed his arm and twisted it hard behind his back,
causing the pistol to fall to the floor.
So, this is how you treat your guests, Herr
Klausner? Madame Duchamp taunted. Not very hospitable of
you.
I am also constable of this hamlet, Klausner
protested. I would be missed.
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Not by the tourist trade, Im sure, Christina
interjected, retrieving the pistol from the floor and
pointing it at Klausner.
There is only one judge, jury and executioner and
right now she has a knife at your throat, Madame Duchamp
announced.
Please, Klausner begged. What do you want? Ill
do anything!
Quickly surveying her surroundings, Madame Duchamp
caught sight of a long pitchfork protruding from a large
mound of hay. The tines gleamed spectrally in the luminous
candlelight while a devious punishment formed in her
thoughts. She turned Klausner to face the pitchfork, drew
the dagger away from his throat and said Walk!
How far? he stammered.
All the way! she commanded.
Klausner walked toward the pitchfork and stopped just
before the tines touched his chest.
Walk! Madame Duchamp repeated.
I will not kill myself! he shouted, grabbing the
pitchfork and lunging at Madame Duchamp who raised her arm
and stopped him in his tracks.
Now, she calmly stated. Turn the pitchfork toward
your throat.
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No! he shouted.
Do it, she gravely demanded, staring into his eyes.
Slowly, Klausner, unable to stop, began to turn the
pitchfork on himself, the tines beginning to pierce his
fleshy neck. Please . . . he stammered as tiny droplets
of blood began to appear and roll down his neck.
Fall! she ordered and he fell forward, plunging the
pitchfork deep into his throat. The blood gurgled and
churned in his throat while the white flash of his life
force bolted through Madame Duchamp, knocking her to the
floor.
I have never seen power such as this, you are a
minion of the devil, Klausner's servant whimpered,
trembling in Richard's grasp.
Some things should not be seen by the uninitiated,
Christina replied, moving toward him, her heart quickening
with anticipation.
Richard tightened his grip, knowing that Christina was
about to strengthen her power. The servant began to
breathe fast and heavy as Christina placed her hands on his
eyes.
Shhh, she whispered, caressing his closed eyes with
her thumbs. I have heard that the eyes are the mirrors of
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the soul, she pensively said, her power beginning to stir
within her.
If it is my silence you want, it is yours. Just tell
me what you want! he nervously offered.
Your soul! she demanded, driving her thumbs deep
into his eye sockets as the blood drenched her hands and
face. He struggled, but Richard held fast, wrapping his
arm around the hapless mans neck and as his life ebbed and
the struggling ceased, Christina felt the familiar bolt of
power that she craved rush through her, intensifying her
power. Her whole body was shaking until the full force hit
her, dislodging her thumbs from the bloody eye sockets.
The power was ablaze in Christinas eyes, giving them an
ominous radiance. She could feel the charge of power
rushing through her, making her feel stronger than ever.
Richard let the limp corpse slump to the floor, the
eyeless sockets staring blankly. It was then that
Christina gazed into her hands and beheld the bloody orbs,
but before she could react, Madame Duchamp stood beside her
and whispered, These are but tools to help us.
Christina looked at her mother and immediately could
sense her intensified power.
Teach me, she requested, handing her the gory
spheres.
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Madame Duchamp smiled as she took the eyes from her
daughters hands. She was pleased that Christina still had
a burning desire to learn.
Thieves such as these, she began, usually have a
horde of loot that they keep hidden. These will help us
find it. We fortified our power, now we will fortify our
purse!
Madame Duchamp and Christina entered the house
cautiously while Richard kept a sharp eye out for any other
servants Klausner may have had. When they were satisfied
they were alone, Madame Duchamp placed the eyes in the palm
of her hand and recited a simple yet compelling incantation,
Eyes of the thief, hear me now,
Reveal your secret, break your vow.
With these eyes torn asunder,
Lead me to your hidden plunder.
Madame Duchamp could feel her power animate the dead
eyes, giving them life to obey her command. Christina was
amazed as the eyes looked upward toward the staircase.
Up the stairs, quickly, she said to Christina who
dutifully followed.
As they walked down the short hallway, the eyes
abruptly moved to the left toward a worm eaten wooden door.
Christina tried the door and to her surprise, found it
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unlocked. The room they entered yielded no plunder; it was
sparsely furnished and some of the panels in the walls were
cracked and peeling. It was one of these cracked and
peeling panels that the eyes in Madame Duchamp's hand fixed
their dead gaze upon. Madame Duchamp ran her free hand
along the panel until she heard a faint click and pushed
lightly. The panel opened to reveal another room laden
with stolen property. Christina followed her mother into
the room and was amazed at the cache of goods piled in the
secret chamber. There was gold and silver jewelry, swords,
pistols, clothing and all sorts of finery, snuff boxes and
even some musical instruments.
Old Klausner must have been in business for quite a
while, Christina remarked while looking over the newly
found treasure.
Yes, however, it is not lavish goods that we seek,
Madame Duchamp replied. The money, she commanded.
Where is the money?
At once the eyes lowered their gaze towards the floor
under Christinas feet.
Yes, Madame Duchamp smiled. Under the floorboard.
Christina immediately dropped to the floor and found
the slightly open seam in the floorboards. She carefully
lifted the board and found a niche filled with a
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substantial fortune. They filled their pockets, leaving
the servants eyes in the empty niche. Then mother and
daughter left the secret chamber and the room that hid it
as they found it and returned to the barn.
What did you find? Richard anxiously asked.
Enough capital to live very well in Vienna, Madame
Duchamp happily answered. It will be dawn soon, she
continued. We should be on our way. Can you ready the
carriage, Gerard?
Oui, Madame, he dutifully answered and set about his
task.
They arrived in Ulm just as the boats were being
loaded and passengers were boarding. Passage to Vienna was
secured on a vessel that resembled a wooden house rowed by
six pairs of men. Christina was surprised when she entered
the cabin and saw no bed, but instead saw hammocks
suspended from hooks in the walls.
Is that where we are to sleep? she inquired of her
mother.
Yes, Madame Duchamp answered. Proper wooden beds
would get wet in case of accidental flooding. This is much
more adventurous, Im sure youll like it.
Christina smiled at the thought of another adventure
and hoped that Vienna would be as thrilling as she
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imagined. Of course she realized that her continued
instruction in the black arts would take precedence, but
hopefully there would be time to experience Vienna and all
it had to offer. After all, she thought, how much more
knowledge could there be? She had already memorized herbs
and their usage, cast spells, raised the dead, killed to
increase her power and cheated death. What else could her
mother possibly teach her? Christina was not one to wait
for answers, so she approached her mother and asked, How
much more training am I to have before I am a true master?
That is up to you, Madame Duchamp replied. However
there are still some things you must learn before you can
master them.
Christina was a bit disappointed by her mothers
answer. Her power was strong, she could feel it and knew
how to keep it strong.
Madame Duchamp sensed her daughters disappointment
but decided to be firm with her. Mastery doesnt come
overnight, Christina. It takes years. Learning to master
the black arts is a lifelong commitment, one that cannot be
forsaken if one is to be a true master. She moved toward
Christina and put her arm around her shoulders. I know
that patience is not one of your strong attributes, but it
needs to be if we are to continue.
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But my power is strong . . . Christina began.
Your power is very strong, her mother broke in.
But there is more to the black arts than keeping your
power strong. Power without knowledge is useless; be
patient, master your power and nothing will be able to
touch you.
As Christina absorbed her mothers advice, she heard
Lucien's voice whisper to her thoughts, Trust in your
mothers words, she speaks the truth.
Christina knew that she had chosen a difficult path,
but Luciens encouragement made her realize that she had
chosen wisely.
Thank you, mother, she relented with a loving
embrace. She knew that her mother only had Christinas
best interest in mind and had sacrificed much for her.
Christina kept her mothers words in mind as she left
her embrace and walked out onto the deck. She inhaled the
warm air, felt Richards arm slide around her waist and his
soft kiss on her lips.
Madame Duchamp watched Richard and Christina, arm in
arm, peering over the side while the boat pulled away from
the dock. She never doubted Christinas loyalty and
willingness to learn. Christina possessed a burning
curiosity with all things pertaining to the black arts and
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would make any master proud, but she also had the pride and
impatience of youth.
You are quite capable of teaching Christina to
overcome her weaknesses, a voice behind her assured.
Lucien, she whispered, turning to find him behind
her and out of Christinas sight. I worry about her, she
confided.
She is no different from you at that age, Lucien
replied.
Yes, but I was more disciplined, more focused, she
confessed. Christina lets her emotions get the better of
her.
She always has, he replied. But of all my
disciples, you are the most knowledgeable and the most
skilled. I have the utmost confidence in you.
Thank you, my lord. I owe everything to you, she
returned.
You have done me a great service, Madeline, Lucien
declared, caressing her cheek and kissing her lips. I
know you wont fail me.
Your desire is my will, she firmly stated as Lucien
disappeared into the shadows. She was flattered by
Luciens confidence in her and grateful for the good life
the power was able to give her. She would instill that in
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Christina and make her see all the things that disciplined
use of the power could bring her. But that would be on
hold for a few days until they arrived in Vienna, for now
it would just be a pleasant journey down the sun-lit waters
of the Danube.