5.9
“Father, you did not said anything about us fighting
the frigate.” Irina shouted out when the elderly man reined the four winged
horses to fly past the deck. The sailors there were training their mounted
machine guns on the flying caravan. Merlin had told them to sit tight while
Calvin passed the bags to them.
“I did not tell you all.” Merlin replied. He then
focused on the bag contents. “In there are the fire bombs. They are modified
Greek fire with some dabble of ancient magic. Drop it on deck.”
Kassius picked up the rounded explosives before he
lobbed it over the side. He saw the bomb exploded on impact at the deck. The
fire spread out and defied the water sprayed on it. It did the reversed as it
absorbed the water properties and combust into a bigger flame. He saw their
effort soon resulted in the dirigible turning to port to turn back.
“One for the mythology beliefs.” Merlin laughed out.
He directed the horses to land them at the designated area. It was a clearing
in the forest, surrounded by the trees. His entourage had got back their
weapons, and the sword. He had asked Calvin to join in as his representative,
while he will travel back to the other world to manage the other Richard. The
four of his team stepped off from the caravan.
“Time for me to return it.” Merlin flew off leaving
the four standing in the clearing. They were preparing to move when they heard
the voice.
“Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to be our
host. My name is Renfield. I am the personal aide of Count Dracula.” Renfield
was a man dressed in the dark three piece suit with the red bow tie at his
neck. His short hair style was neat and swept back. His facial expression was
made prominent with the deep set eyes and the broken nose bridge. He had on a
swath of hair grown over the cleft of his upper lip that gave him a clownish
impression. He was carrying a walking cane which he had hung over his right
elbow.
“My carriage is just over there.” Renfield pointed
to the coach parked nearby. It was similar to the one they had ridden, but the
new one had a fixed top. It was drawn by two dark horses that were impatient to
do the pulling. The four mounted the coach joined by the man in the dark suit.
He climbed in and then tapped the coach top. The coach took on its way with the
horses pulling it. None of them spoke for a while.
It was Irina who broke the silence.
“Who is the coach driver?”
“I am. The horses just pull us until I tell them to
stop.” Renfield smiled. He sensed the uneasy feeling and explained to her. “The
horses are well trained to know their destinations. Count Dracula did not raise
them from the death to be unresponsive servants.”
Renfield looked to the surprised look of the
Derreen.
Contrary to popular beliefs, the Vampire could stand
the sunlight although it’s for only a short period. That was why the horses
were agitated earlier. They are feeling the heat.”
Renfield smiled with his upper lips twitching.
“Here we are. Count Dracula’ undisclosed abode;
Mausoleum of Csaba.” The four guests looked at large slab of stone structure
that was in front of them. It was rectangle in design and was only twelve feet
height, four feet wide and two feet thick. On the slab stone was the engraving
of these words; “those who need not fear may not fear”. Renfield tapped his
cane on the stone and it opened a portal there.
“Please step in. We do serve milk besides fresh
blood.”
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