"Vampires only fight hand to hand," Vanez informed me. "We do not use missile devices, such as guns, bows, or slings."
"Never?" I asked.
"Never!" he said firmly. "Our reliance on hand weapons is sacred to us to the vampaneze as well. Any vampire who resorted to a gun or bow would be held in contempt for the rest of his life."
"Things used to be even more backward," Kurda chimed in. "Until two hundred years ago, a vampire was only supposed to use a weapon of his own making. Every vampire had to make his own knives, spears, and clubs. Now, thankfully, that's no longer the case, and we can use store-bought equipment; but many vampires still cling to the old ways, and most of the weapons used during Council are handmade."
Moving away from the weapons, we stopped beside a series of overlapping narrow planks. Vampires were balancing on the planks and crossing from one to another, trying to knock their opponents to the ground with long, round-ended staffs. There were six vampires in action when we arrived. A few minutes later, only one remained aloft a woman.
"Well done, Arra." Vanez clapped. "Your sense of balance is as awesome as ever."
The female vampire leaped from the plank and landed beside us. She was dressed in a white shirt and beige pants. She had long, dark hair, tied behind her back. She wasn't especially pretty she had a hard, weathered face but after so much time spent staring at ugly, scarred vampires, she looked like a movie star to me.
"Kurda, Vanez," she greeted the vampires, then fixed her cool, gray eyes on me. "And you are Darren Shan." She sounded decidedly unimpressed.
"Darren, this is Arra Sails," Kurda said. I stuck out a hand but she ignored it.
"Arra doesn't shake the hands of those she doesn't respect," Vanez whispered.
"And she respects precious few of us," Kurda said aloud. "Still refusing to shake hands withme, Arra?"
"I will never shake the hand of one who does not fight," she said. "When you become a Prince, I will bow to you and do your bidding, but I will never shake your hand, even under threat of execution."
"I don't think Arra voted for me in the election," Kurda said humorously.
"Ididn't vote for you either," Vanez said, with a wicked grin.
"See what an average day is like for me, Darren?" Kurda groaned. "Half the vampires here love to rub my nose in the fact that they didn't vote for me, while the half whodid almost never admit it in public, for fear the others would look down their noses at them."
"Never mind." Vanez chuckled. "We'll all have to kowtow to you when you're a Prince. We're just getting our digs in while we can."
"Is it illegal to make fun of a Prince?" I asked.
"Not as such," Vanez said. "It just isn't done."
I examined Arra while she was picking a splinter off of one of the rounded ends of her staff. She seemed to be as tough as any male vampire, not as burly, but just as muscular. While I was studying her, I got to thinking about how few female vampires I'd seen, and asked about it.
There was a long silence. The two men looked embarrassed. I was going to let the matter drop when Arra glanced at me archly and said, "Women do not make good vampires. The entire clan's barren, so the life doesn't appeal to many of us."
"Barren?" I inquired.
"We can't have children," she said.
"What none of you?"
"It's something to do with our blood," Kurda said. "No vampire can sire or bear a child. The only way we can add to our ranks is by blooding humans."
I was stunned. Of course, a long time ago I should have stopped to wonder why there were no vampire children, and why everyone was so surprised to meet a young half-vampire. But I had so much else on my mind, I never really stopped to consider it.
"Does that rule apply to half-vampires, too?" I asked.
"I'm afraid so," Kurda said, frowning. "Larten never mentioned it?"
I shook my head numbly. I couldn't have children! It wasn't something I'd thought about much seeing as how I aged at a fifth the human rate, it would be a long time before I was ready to become a parent but I had always assumed I'd have the choice. It was alarming to learn that I could never father a son or daughter.
"This is bad," Kurda muttered. "This is very, very bad."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Vampires are supposed to inform new recruits of such things before they blood them. It's one of the reasons we almost never blood children we prefer new vampires to know what they're getting into and what they're giving up. To blood a boy your age was bad enough, but to do it without telling you all the facts " Kurda shook his head glumly and shared an uncertain look with Arra and Vanez.
"You'll have to tell the Princes about this," Arra said.
"They must be informed," Kurda agreed, "but I'm sure Larten means to tell them himself. I'll wait and let him speak. It would be unfair to jump in before he has a chance to put his side of the story forward. Will you two keep this to yourselves?"
Vanez nodded and, moments later, Arra did, too. "But if he doesn't make mention of it soon ," Arra growled threateningly.
"I don't understand," I said. "Will Mr. Crepsley get into trouble for blooding me?"
Kurda shared another glance with Arra and Vanez. "Probably not," he said, trying to make light of it. "Larten's a sly, old vampire. He knows the ropes. I'm sure he'll be able to explain it away to the satisfaction of the Princes."
"Now," Vanez said before I could ask any more questions, "how would you like to try out the bars with Arra?"
"You mean have a go on the planks?" I asked, thrilled.
"I'm sure we can find a staff to suit you. How about it, Arra? Any objections to fighting a smaller opponent?"
"It will be a novel experience," the vampiress mused. "I'm accustomed to tackling men larger than myself. It will be interesting to fight one smaller."
She hopped up onto the planks and twirled her staff over her head and under her arms. It spun faster than my eyes could follow, and I began having second thoughts about getting up there with her; but I'd look like a coward if I backed out now.
Vanez found a staff small enough for me and spent a few minutes showing me how to use it. "Hold it in the middle," he instructed. "That way you can attack with either end. Don't swing too hard or you'll leave yourself open to a counterstrike. Jab at her legs and stomach. Forget about her head you're too short to aim so high. Try tripping her. Go for her knees and toes those are the soft points."
"What about defending himself?" Kurda interrupted. "I think that's more important. It's been eleven years since Arra was beaten on the bars. Show him how to stop her cracking his head open, Vanez, and forget the other stuff."
Vanez showed me how to block low jabs and sideswipes and overhead cuts. "The trick is keeping your balance," he said. "Fighting on the bars isn't like fighting on the ground. You can't just block a blow you have to stay steady on your feet, so you're ready for the next. Sometimes it's better to take a strike than duck out of the way."
"Nonsense," Kurda snorted. "Duck all you like, Darren I don't want to cart you back to Larten on a stretcher!"
"She won't really hurt me, will she?" I asked, alarmed.
Vanez laughed. "Of course not. Kurda's only winding you up. She won't go easy on you Arra doesn't know how to take things easy but I'm sure she won't set out to seriously harm you." He glanced up at Arra and muttered under his breath, "At least, Ihope she won't!"
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
ITOOK MY SHOES OFFand mounted the bars. I spent a minute or two getting used to them, shuffling around, focusing on my balance. It was easy without the staff vampires have a great sense of balance but awkward with it. I took a few practice swipes and almost fell off right away.
"Short jabs!" Vanez snapped, darting forward to steady me. "Broad swings will be the end of you."
I did as Vanez instructed and soon had the hang of it. A couple more minutes hopping from one bar to another, crouching and jumping, and I was ready.
We met in the middle of the bars and knocked our staffs together in salute. Arra was smiling she obviously didn't think much of my chances. We nudged away from each other and Vanez clapped his hands to signal the start of the fight.
Arra attacked immediately and jabbed at my stomach with the end of her staff. As I pulled out of her way, she swept her staff around in a vicious circle and brought it down on top of me a skull-cracker! I managed to raise my staff in time to divert the blow, but the jolt of the contact ran through the staff and my fingers to the rest of my body, and forced me to my knees. My grasp on the staff slipped, but I caught it before it fell.
"Are you out to kill him?" Kurda shouted angrily.
"The bars are no place for little boys who can't protect themselves," Arra sneered.
"I'm calling an end to this," Kurda huffed, striding toward me.
"As you wish," Arra said, lowering her staff and turning her back on me.
"No!" I grunted, getting to my feet and raising my staff.
Kurda stopped short. "Darren, you don't have to " he began.
"I want to," I interrupted. Then, to Arra, "Come on I'm ready."
Arra smiled as she faced me, but now it was an admiring smile, not a mocking one. "The half-vampire has spirit. It's good to know that the young aren't entirely spineless. Now let's see what it takes to drive the spirit out of you."
She attacked again, short, chopping swipes, switching from left to right without warning. I blocked the blows as best I could, although I had to take some on my arms and shoulders. I retreated to the end of the plank, slowly, guarding myself, then leaped out of her way as she took a wide swing at my legs.
Arra hadn't anticipated the jump and was thrown off balance. I used the moment to launch my first blow of the contest and hit her firmly on her left thigh. It didn't seem to hurt her much, but she hadn't been expecting it and let out a roar of surprise.
"A point to Darren!" Kurda whooped.
"We don't score this on points," Arra snarled.
"You'd better watch yourself, Arra." Vanez chuckled, his single eye gleaming. "I think the boy can beat you. You'll never be able to show your face in the Halls again if a teenage half-vampire bests you on the bars."
"The night I'm bested by the likes of him is the night you can strap me into a cage in the Hall of Death and drop me on the stakes," Arra growled. She was angry now she didn't like being baited by those on the ground and when next she faced me, her smile had disappeared.
I moved cautiously. I knew that one good strike meant nothing. If I grew cocky and dropped my guard, she'd finish me off in no time. As she stepped across to face me, I edged backward. I let her advance a couple of feet, then leaped to another bar. After a few retreating steps, I jumped to another bar, then another.
I was hoping to frustrate Arra. If I could drag the contest out, she might lose her temper and do something silly. But a vampire's patience is legendary, and Arra was no exception. She trailed me like a cat after a bird, ignoring the jeers of those who'd gathered around the bars to observe the fight, taking her time, letting me play my evasive games, waiting for the right moment to strike.
Eventually she maneuvered me into a corner and I had to fight. I got in a couple of low blows hitting her toes and knees like Vanez had suggested but there was no power in my shots, and she took them without blinking. As I stooped to hit her toes again, she leaped to an adjoining bar and brought the flat of her staff down over my back. I roared with pain and dropped onto my belly. My staff fell to the floor.
"Darren!" Kurda shouted, rushing forward.
"Leave him!" Vanez snapped, holding the General back.
"But he's hurt!"
"He'll live. Don't disgrace him in front of all these vampires. Let him fight."
Kurda didn't like it, but he did as Vanez said.
Arra, meanwhile, had decided I was finished. Rather than strike me with her staff, she eased one of the rounded ends under my belly and tried rolling me off the bar. She was smiling again. I let my body roll, but held on tight to the bar with my hands and feet, so I didn't fall off. I swung all the way around, until I was hanging on upside down, snatched my staff off the ground, and jabbed it between Arra's calves. With a sharp twist, I sent her sprawling. She shrieked, and for a split second I was sure I'd knocked her off and won, but she grabbed for the bar on her way down and held on, as I was doing. Her staff, however, struck the floor and spun away.
The vampires who'd gathered to watch there were twenty or thirty around the bars now clapped loudly as we hauled ourselves back to our feet and eyed each other warily. I lifted my staff and smiled. "Seems likeI have the advantage now," I noted cockily.
"Not for long," Arra said. "I'm going to rip that staff out of your hands and smash your head in with it!"
"Is that so?" I grinned. "Come on then let's see you try!"
Arra spread her hands and closed in on me. I hadn't really expected her to attack without her staff and wasn't sure what to do. I didn't like the idea of striking an unarmed opponent, especially a woman.
"You can pick your staff up if you want," I offered.
"Leaving the bars isn't allowed," she replied.
"Get someone to bring it to you then."
"That's not allowed either."
I retreated. "I don't want to hit you when you have nothing to defend yourself with," I said. "How about I throw away my staff as well and we fight hand to hand?"
"A vampire who abandons his weapon is a fool," Arra said. "If you throw the staff away, I'll ram it down your throat to teach you a lesson when we're through up here on the bars."
"Okay!" I snapped irritably. "Have it your own way." I stopped retreating, raised my staff, and laid into her.
Arra was hunched over she had a lower center of gravity that way and would be harder to knock off so I was able to aim at her head. I jabbed at her face with the end of my staff. She avoided the first couple of blows, but I struck her cheek with the third. It didn't draw blood but left a nasty welt.
Arra was retreating now. She gave ground grudgingly, standing up to my lesser strikes, taking them on her arms and hands, only backing up to avoid the heavier blows. Despite my earlier warning to myself, I became overconfident. I thought I had her where I wanted. Instead of taking my time and finishing her off slowly, I went for the quick kill, and that proved my undoing.
I flicked the end of my staff toward the side of her head, planning to sting her ear. It was a casual swipe, neither as sharp nor as fast as it needed to be. I connected with her ear, but there was no power in the shot. Before I could draw back for my next, Arra's hands sprang into action.
Her right hand grasped the end of my staff and held it tight. Her left hand balled up into a fist and smashed into my jaw. She hit me again and I saw stars. As she drew back her fist for a third punch, I reacted automatically and stepped clear of her reach, which was when she gave a quick wrench and ripped my staff away from me.
"Now!" she hooted triumphantly, twirling the staff over her head. "Now who has the advantage?"
"Take it easy, Arra," I said nervously, backing away from her like crazy. "I offered to give you your staff back, remember?"
"And I refused," she said angrily.
"Let him have a staff, Arra," Kurda said. "You can't expect him to defend himself with his bare hands. It isn't fair."
"How about it,boy? " she asked. "I'll let you call for a replacement staff if you wish." By her tone, I knew she wouldn't think much of me if I did.
I shook my head. I'd have traded anything I owned for a staff, but I wasn't about to ask for special favors, not when Arra hadn't. "That's okay," I said. "I'll fight on like I am."
"Darren!" Kurda howled. "Don't be stupid. Call it off if you don't want another staff. You've fought bravely and proved your courage."
"There would be no shame in quitting now," Vanez agreed.
I stared into Arra's eyes, saw that she expected me to resign, and stopped. "No," I said. "No quitting. I won't get off these bars till I'm knocked off." I started forward, hunched over like Arra had been.
Arra blinked, surprised, then raised her staff and set about ending the contest. It didn't take long. I blocked her first jab with my left hand, took her second in the belly, ducked out of the way of her third, and slapped away her fourth with my right hand. But I was caught square around the back of my head by her fifth. I dropped to my knees, groggy. There was the sound of rushing air, then the round end of Arra's staff connected cleanly with the left side of my face, and I went crashing to the ground.
The next thing I knew, I was staring up at the roof, surrounded by concerned vampires. "Darren?" Kurda asked, worry in his voice. "Are you all right?"
"What happened?" I wheezed.
"She knocked you out," he said. "You've been unconscious for five or six minutes. We were about to send for help."
I sat up, wincing at the pain. "Why's the room spinning?" I groaned.
Vanez laughed and helped me to my feet. "He'll be fine," the games master said. "A little concussion never killed a vampire. A good day's sleep and he'll be right as night."
"How much farther is it to Vampire Mountain?" I asked weakly.
"The poor child doesn't know whether he's coming or going!" Kurda snapped, and started to lead me away.
"Wait!" I shouted, my head clearing a bit. I looked for Arra Sails and spotted her sitting on one of the bars, applying a cream to her bruised cheek. Shaking free of Kurda, I stumbled across to the vampiress and stood as firmly as I could before her.
"Yes?" she asked, eyeing me guardedly.
I stuck out a hand and said, "Shake."
Arra stared at the hand, then into my unfocused eyes. "One good fight doesn't make you a warrior," she said.
"Shake!" I repeated angrily.
"And if I don't? "she asked.
"I'll get back up on the bars and fight you till you do," I growled.
Arra studied me at length, then nodded and took my hand. "Power to you, Darren Shan," she said gruffly.
"Power," I repeated weakly, then fainted into her arms and stayed unconscious till I came to in my hammock the next night.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
TWO NIGHTS AFTERmy encounter with Arra Sails, Mr. Crepsley and me were called before the Vampire Princes. I was still stiff from my fight, and Mr. Crepsley had to help me dress. I groaned as I raised my arms over my head they were black-and-blue from where I'd taken Arra's blows.
"I cannot believe you were foolish enough to challenge Arra Sails," Mr. Crepsley tutted. He'd been teasing me about my fight with the vampiress since learning about it, although underneath his mocking front I could tell he was proud of me. "EvenI would hesitate at going one-on-one with her on the bars."
"Guess that means I'm braver than you." I smirked.
"Stupidity and bravery are not the same thing," he chided me. "You could have been seriously injured."
"You sound like Kurda," I sulked.
"I do not agree with Kurda's views on the righting ways of vampires he is a pacifist, which runs contrary to our nature but he is correct when he says that sometimes it is better not to fight. When a situation is hopeless, and there is nothing at stake, only a fool battles on."
"But it wasn't hopeless!" I exclaimed. "I almost beat her!"
Mr. Crepsley smiled. "You are impossible to talk to. But so are most vampires. It is a sign that you are learning. Now finish dressing and make yourself presentable. We must not keep the Princes waiting."
The Hall of Princes was situated at the highest internal point of Vampire Mountain. There was only one entrance to it, a long, wide tunnel guarded by a host of Mountain Guards. I hadn't been up here before nobody could use the tunnel unless they had business in the Hall.
The green-garbed guards watched us every step of the way. You weren't allowed to take weapons into the Hall of Princes, or carry anything that might be used as a weapon. Shoes weren't permitted too easy to hide a small dagger in the soles and we were searched from head to foot at three different parts of the tunnel. The guards even ran combs through our hair, in case we had thin wires hidden inside!
"Why all the security?" I whispered to Mr. Crepsley. "I thought the Princes were respected and obeyed by all vampires."
"They are," he said. "This is for tradition's sake more than anything else."
At the end of the tunnel we emerged into a huge cavern, in which a strange, white dome stood gleaming. It was like no other building I'd ever seen the walls pulsed, as though alive, and there were no joints or cracks that I could make out.
"What is it? "I asked.
"The Hall of Princes," Mr. Crepsley said.
"What's it made of rock, marble, iron?"
Mr. Crepsley shrugged. "Nobody knows." He led me to the dome the only guards on this side of the tunnel were grouped around the doors to the Hall and told me to place my hands on it.
"It's warm!" I gasped. "And it throbs! Whatis it?"
"Long ago, the Hall of Princes was like any other," Mr. Crepsley answered in his usual roundabout way. "Then, one night, Mr. Tiny arrived and said he had gifts for us. This was shortly after the vampaneze had split from the vampires. The 'gifts' were the dome which his Little People constructed, unseen by any vampires and the Stone of Blood. The dome and Stone are magical artifacts. They "
One of the guards at the doors hailed us. "Larten Crepsley! Darren Shan!" We hurried over. "You may be admitted now," the guard said, and struck the doors four times with the large spear he was carrying. The doors slid open like electronic doors and we entered.
Though no torches burned inside the Hall of Princes, it was as bright as day, far brighter than anywhere else in the mountain. The light originated in the walls of the dome itself, by means unknown to all but Mr. Tiny. Long seats like pews ran in circles around the dome. There was a large space at the center, where four wooden thrones stood mounted on a platform. Three of the thrones were occupied by Vampire Princes. Mr. Crepsley had told me that at least one Prince always skipped Council, in case anything happened to the others. Nothing hung from the walls, no paintings, portraits, or flags. There were no statues either. This was a place for business, not pomp or ceremony.
Most of the seats were filled. Ordinary vampires sat at the rear; the middle sections were reserved for mountain personnel, guards and people like them. Vampire Generals occupied the front seats. Mr. Crepsley and me made our way to the third row of seats from the front and slid in beside Kurda Smahlt, Gavner Purl, and Harkat Mulds, who were waiting for us. I was glad to see the Little Person again, and asked what he'd been up to.
"Answering questions," he replied. "Saying same thing over and over and over again."
"Did any more of your memory come back?" I asked.
"No."
"But it's not for want of trying." Gavner laughed, leaning forward to squeeze my shoulder. "We've been practically torturing Harkat with questions, trying to get him to remember. And he hasn't complained once. If I was in his place, I'd have raised hell ages ago. He hasn't even been allowed to sleep!"
"Don't need much sleep," Harkat said shyly.
"Recovered from your bout with Arra yet?" Kurda asked.
Before I could answer, Gavner piped up. "I heard about that! What in heaven were you thinking? I'd rather face a pit full of scorpions than hop on the bars with Arra Sails. I saw her make mincemeat of twenty seasoned vampires one night."
"It seemed like a good idea at the time," I said with a grin.
Gavner had to leave us to discuss something with a bunch of other Generals vampires were forever debating serious issues in the Hall of Princes and while we were waiting, Mr. Crepsley explained a little more about the dome.
"The dome is magical. There is no way in except through the single set of doors. Nothing can penetrate its walls, no tool, explosive, or acid. It is the toughest material known to man or vampire."
"Where did it come from?" I asked.
"We do not know. The Little People brought it in covered wagons. It took them months to haul it up, one sheet at a time. We were not allowed to watch as they assembled it. Our finest architects have been over it many times since, but not one can unravel its mysteries.
"The doors can only be opened by a Vampire Prince," he went on. "They can open them by laying their palms directly on the panels of the doors, or from their thrones, by pressing their palms down on the armrests."
"They must be electronic," I said. "The panels 'read' their fingerprints, right?"
Mr. Crepsley shook his head. "The Hall was built centuries ago, long before electricity was even a thought in the minds of man. It operates by paranormal means, or by a form of technology far advanced of anything we know.
"You see the red stone behind the Princes?" he asked. It was set on a pedestal fifteen feet behind the platform, an oval stone, about twice the size of a football. "That is the Stone of Blood. That is the key, not only to the dome, but to the longevity of the vampire race itself."
"Long what?" I asked.
"Longevity. It means long life."
"How can a stone have anything to do with a long life?" I asked, puzzled.
"The Stone serves several purposes," he said. "Every vampire, when accepted into the fold, must stand before the Stone and place his hands on it. The Stone looks as smooth as a ball of glass, but is ultra-sharp to the touch. It draws blood, which is absorbed by the Stone hence its name linking the vampire to the mental collective of the clan forever."
"Mental collective?" I repeated, wishing for the millionth time since I'd met Mr. Crepsley that he'd use simple words.
"You know how vampires can mentally search for those they have bonded with?"
"Yes."
"Well, using the method of triangulation, we can also search for and find those we havenot bonded with, via the Stone."
"Triangu what? " I groaned, exasperated.
"Let us say you are a full vampire whose blood has been absorbed by the Stone," he said. "When a vampire gives his blood, he also gives his name, by which the Stone and other vampires will thenceforth recognize him. If I want to search for you after you have been blooded, I merely place my hands on the Stone of Blood and think your name. Within seconds the Stone allows me to pinpoint your exact location anywhere on Earth."
"You could do this even if I didn't want to be found?" I asked.
"Yes. But pinpointing your location would be no good by the time I got to where you had been when I made the search, you would have moved on. Hence the need for triangulation, which simply means three people are involved. If I wanted to find you, I could contact someone I was bonded with Gavner, for instance and mentally transmit your whereabouts to him. With me guiding him via the Stone of Blood, he could track you down."
I thought that over in silence for a while. It was an ingenious system, but I could see a few drawbacks. "Can anyone use the Stone of Blood to find a vampire?" I asked.
"Anyone with the ability to search mentally," Mr. Crepsley said.
"Even a human or a vampaneze?"
"Very few humans have minds advanced enough to use the Stone," he said, "but the vampaneze can."
"Isn't the Stone dangerous then?" I asked. "If a vampaneze got his hands on it, couldn't he track every vampire down at least all the ones he knew the names of and guide his colleagues to them?"
Mr. Crepsley smiled grimly. "Your battering at the hands of Arra Sails has not affected your powers of reasoning. You are correct the Stone of Bloodwould mean the end of the vampire race if it fell into the wrong hands. The vampaneze would be able to hunt all of us down. They can also find those they do not know the names of the Stone lets its user search for vampires by location as well as name, so they could scan for every vampire in England or America or wherever, then send out others to track them down. That is why we guard the Stone carefully and never let it leave the safety of the dome."
"Wouldn't it be simpler just to break it?" I asked.
Kurda, who'd been eavesdropping, laughed. "I put that proposal to the Princes several decades ago," he said. "The Stone could resist normal tools and explosives, the same as the walls of the dome, but that doesn't mean it's impossible to get rid of safely. 'Throw the damn thing down a volcano,' I pleaded, 'or toss it in the deepest sea.' They wouldn't hear of such a thing."
"Why not?" I asked.
"There are a number of reasons," Mr. Crepsley answered before Kurda could reply. "First, the Stone can be used to locate vampires who are missing or in trouble, or those who are mad and on the loose. It is healthy to know that we are joined to the clan by more than tradition, that we can always rely on aid if we lead good lives, and punishment if we do not. The Stone keeps us in line.