âStill wonât show yourself?â
His blue eyes were crystal clear, and a smile even graced his manly and intrepid visage. Such a gorgeous god of destruction he made.
âHere I come now,â Vlad responded in a way that seemed to suggest he had little other choice. âHowever, before I do that, thereâs one other person Iâd like you to meet. Come out.â
Perhaps the self-confidence in that voice allowed the baron to predict what would happen next. From behind a toppled statue, a pale figure appeared like a goddess of devastation, and her name spilled from his lips.
âLady Miskaâwhat are you doing in this accursed castle?â
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âWhat did you do to her?â the baron demanded as he faced the heavens. âWhat have you done to this woman, Lord Vlad?â
âNot a thingâat least,
I
didnât do anything,â the voice replied. âWhat was done to her was the work of your old physician friend, Jean de Carriole.â
âIndeed, it was,â another voice remarked. It came from behind the baron.
This alone mustâve been enough for the baron to tell who it was, because he didnât turn to look at the strangely hunched mummy of an old man as he said to him, âSo, you still live?â There wasnât a mote of emotion or concern in his tone.
âMilord, it is an incredible honor to see you once more,â the old man said with a deep bow as he expressed his sincerest excitement.
âWhat have you done to the lady?â
âWell, she has an extremely dangerous being dwelling within her flesh. No, not really in her flesh, but in her psyche.â
It was the same entity known to the baron as the Destroyer.
âAnd so?â
âAfter some discussion with the princess, she expressed her wish to have the Destroyer removed. And I have agreed to fulfill that desire.â
âYou of all people should be up to the task. Iâve said as much myself. However, what worries me is what comes after that. Exactly what do you intend to do with the extracted Destroyer, Jean de Carriole? I donât want to hear that you removed it merely to have it return because it âhas nowhere else to go.â And I donât think youâre the kind to do such a thing anyway. So, what are you plotting?â
âThis is most unusual,â de Carriole said as he circled around the baron, finally walking over to stand by Miskaâs side. âI have no intentions save offering the princess my assistance. The reason for her present listless condition is that Iâve anesthetized her so that I might safely perform the operation.â
âThen take her and go. But know that I absolutely will not tolerate a failure on your part.â
âUnderstood. Never fear,â the old man told him as he took Miska by the arm and left.
Though the baron may have seemed cold, there was a certain logic to his actions. First, any connection between Miska and himself normally wouldâve ended completely with their arrival in the village of Krauhausen. Next, the baron had to acknowledge the painful fact that de Carriole alone could banish the Destroyer within Miska. And no matter what the human de Carriole might think of Miska, he wouldnât be able to do anything that might put the Noblewoman at a disadvantageâthat was a rule that bound all who served the Nobility. All de Carriole could do was separate Miska and the Destroyer, and release her safe and sound.
âLord Vlad, this has proved an interesting diversion, but thatâs more than enough for the first act. Itâs long past time we returned to the business at hand. Show yourself!â
âBefore I do, I have one more bit of entertainment Iâd like you to see.â
With a different ring to it now, the voice drew the baronâs attention to the top of a heap of rubble. There, a figure in a bluish purple cape suddenly stood. At more than six feet eight, he