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The Monster Trilogy. Brian Aldiss
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isbn 9780007525232
Автор произведения Brian Aldiss
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Издательство HarperCollins
Seeing his interest, Stoker stopped and accosted one small lad, bare of legs and feet, who held out a bony hand to them. Picking a coin from his pocket, Stoker asked the boy what he did for a living.
‘I was a pure-finder, guv, following me father’s trade. But times is hard, owing to competition from over the other side. Spare a copper, guv, bless you.’
He got the copper, and made off fast down a side street.
‘What’s a pure-finder?’ Bodenland asked, as they climbed into their carriage.
‘Pure’s dog shit,’ said Stoker, shielding the word from his wife with his topper. ‘The urchin probably works for the tanners over Bermondsey way. They use the shit for tanning leather. I hear it’s a profitable occupation.’
‘The boy was starving.’
‘You can’t go by looks.’
They returned home in the evening. Lights were already on in the house as James led the horses away to the stable.
A great to-do went on in the hall with the removal of outer garments and the fussing of van Helsing, who was anxious to see that the outing had inflicted no harm on his charge. He managed to circumnavigate Stoker twice by the time the latter entered the drawing room and flung himself down in an armchair under the Bronzino.
Stoker tugged vigorously at the bellrope for wine.
‘What a day, to be sure,’ he said. ‘It’s a day of great honour to the whole of the acting profession, no less. Wouldn’t you agree, Joe?’
Joe had gone over to the window to look at the daylight lingering in the garden.
‘How beautiful Ellen Terry is,’ he said, dreamily.
While the manservant was pouring wine, van Helsing ran over to Stoker’s chair and sank down beside it on one knee, somewhat in the attitude Irving had assumed a few hours previously. He rolled up Stoker’s sleeve and administered an injection from a large silver syringe.
Stoker made a face.
‘It’s my friend here who needs your ministry, Van,’ said Stoker. Getting up, he went over to where Bodenland was standing, looking out towards the woods. As Bodenland turned, Stoker saw the two tell-tale marks at his throat, and understood.
‘Better get some iodine, Van. Mr Bodenland cut himself shaving.’ He led Bodenland over to a comfortable chair and made him sit down. After standing looking compassionately down at him, he snapped his fingers. ‘I know what you need.’
In a minute, after probing in the wine cabinet, he brought forth a wine glass full of a red liquid and gave it to Joe.
‘What’s this? Wine?’
‘Laudanum. Do you a power of good and all.’
‘My god … Well, it is 1896 …’ He sipped it slowly and felt some of the lassitude leave him.
‘You should get out of here at once, Joe. You’re a marked man. I know I’ve helped to delay you, but I see now you should make for home on the morrow, sure as eggs are eggs.’
Bodenland stood up, a little shakily. He took a deep breath.
‘I’m okay, or near enough. Allow me to make you a small speech, since you’ve both been so kind and hospitable. Despite my experiences on the way to England – and I’ve hardly dared tell you of the full strangeness of that journey – I have fought with myself to deny the reality of … of vampires. To be honest, I thought they were a fiction invented for the novel you are about to finish. Even when you talked about them, I kind of reckoned you mad. Now I know you’re not mad.’
‘Heaven be praised! It’s myself that’s always thinking I’m mad, or going that way.’
‘And I’m glad of your reassurance, Mr Bodenland,’ said Florence, getting his name right in gratitude.
‘Thanks. Let me finish my speech. Of course I still worry about my wife, Mina, and my family. I can’t resist the intuition that some dreadful thing may have happened to her. But – hell, Bram, after my experience last night I know it would be cowardice to just up and quit now, and go home as if nothing had happened. I let down my old buddy Bernard Clift. Well, I’m not about to let down my new buddy as well. I’m staying, and we’ll fight this foul thing together.’
To his surprise, Stoker flung his arms about him.
‘You’re a dear feller, sure you are.’ He shook Bodenland’s hand warmly. ‘It’s a brave decision you’ve made.’
Mrs Stoker ran up, casting her embroidery hoop on the carpet, and kissed him on the cheek.
‘I don’t want you getting my husband into trouble, now, but you spoke up like a man – like a soldier. We shall drink a sherry now, to toast you.’
‘And we’ll have a cigar,’ said Stoker. ‘At least, I will.’
This response excited Joe into a less lethargic state.
‘We won’t delay. I may be no Christian, but this is a kind of Christian quest.’ As he spoke, he took a New Testament from a side table and waved it aloft as if in proof. ‘We start tomorrow.’
‘And we prepare tonight,’ said Stoker, through his cigar.
When Stoker was out of the room, his wife came to Bodenland’s side.
‘My dear father was full of wisdom – as befitted a man who was a Lieutenant Colonel and served in the Crimea. One thing he told me was that many impossible things happen. The important thing is to decide which impossible things to believe and which not to.’
‘Sound advice, ma’am.’
‘My father’s advice was always sound. I’m undecided as yet about your impossibilities, but I’d like to ask you, if I may – supposing it were somehow possible to venture into the future, as one ventures into London – would I be able to establish if dear Bram’s latest novel will be a success?’ She laughed, as if thinking it was a silly question for a colonel’s daughter to ask.
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