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to get on his feet!
When he was standing again, he turned to see that Mott was still shrieking and flailing, his body a convulsing torch. But as Ed watched, the corpse-thing pushed himself up with his arms, then rose to a kneeling position in front of the fireplace, burning all the while.
“Rutting hell!” Ed screamed. “He’s getting up!”
Panicked, he pushed Julia through the cell door into the basement proper, then limped quickly through himself. He slammed it behind him and hammered the padlock closed with the palm of his hand.
“All right—now where?” he asked.
“The stairs!” Julia pointed to the main staircase—the same stairs which Ed had descended just before Starks and the Rector had ambushed him earlier.
He scanned the room. He needed a weapon if he was going to have to fight anyone who blocked their escape…
There were objects everywhere, all of the strange machines and glass balls and silver cords on the floor.
In one corner, he saw a wheel-like wood and silver device and his stomach churned as he had a vague recollection of being tormented there.
He looked to a nearby table, covered with books and papers. There was a letter opener there, and he snatched it up.
Besides the letter opener, there was a large map spread across the table. It showed the whole of the American colonies. Red-inked lines radiated from their location towards the largest cities on the eastern seaboard: Philadelphia, Boston, New York and others.
By the name of each city was a written figure, numbers in the ten thousands … Was this how many people lived in each place? But what did the red lines mean, then?
In a moment, Julia was pulling on his arm, and Ed turned away from the map. Taking her hand, he forced his bad leg forward, then his good one, scrambling as quickly as he could towards the stairs.
They heard excited shouts as they reached the bottom of the staircase.
Ed looked up to see that the bearded Mister Starks was halfway down the stairs, the silver-headed torture tool in his hand. Behind him came two other servants wielding knives, and from the top of the steps the Rector himself glared down at them.
“Julia!” The Rector’s crimson eyes went wide as he recognized his daughter. “What are you doing?”
Ed yanked her away, trying to avoid the man’s gaze. He knew how strong the red-eyed Rector was, and with those other goons to help …
“We need another way!” he shouted to Julia.
“The tunnel!” she answered, pointing to a dark opening at the other end of the cellar. One of the silver cords led into the opening, but there was little light to see anything else.
“It goes to the cave where the monster Croatoan lives,” Julia explained, “where he has his pit. There’s a door leading outside from there, I think.”
“Will he be down inside the pit now?” Ed asked. “Or up in the cave itself?”
He didn’t relish the idea of facing the demon-thing again.
“I don’t know,” she said.
“All right. We have to try!”
They hurried towards the tunnel, dodging around the tables and the other clutter in the cellar. Behind him, Ed could hear Starks screaming as well as other voices, coming up fast. He worked his legs as hard as he could, swinging his bad leg far forward with each step to try to speed up his pace.
It was no good. He’d never outrun them, and he was holding Julia back …
He let go of her hand. “Run!” he told her. “You have to go on ahead.”
It meant more to him than his own safety… This soft, sweet, sincere girl, he couldn’t bear the idea of her being punished or suffering on his account.
She looked to him, her big eyes wide and her delicate mouth working soundlessly.
“Run, dammit!” he repeated. “I’m not fast enough.”
“No!” she stopped moving and stood there, trembling. “Don’t leave me.”
There wasn’t time to argue … he looked back to see one of the servant men jumping over a table not fifty paces away, ready to pounce on
When he was standing again, he turned to see that Mott was still shrieking and flailing, his body a convulsing torch. But as Ed watched, the corpse-thing pushed himself up with his arms, then rose to a kneeling position in front of the fireplace, burning all the while.
“Rutting hell!” Ed screamed. “He’s getting up!”
Panicked, he pushed Julia through the cell door into the basement proper, then limped quickly through himself. He slammed it behind him and hammered the padlock closed with the palm of his hand.
“All right—now where?” he asked.
“The stairs!” Julia pointed to the main staircase—the same stairs which Ed had descended just before Starks and the Rector had ambushed him earlier.
He scanned the room. He needed a weapon if he was going to have to fight anyone who blocked their escape…
There were objects everywhere, all of the strange machines and glass balls and silver cords on the floor.
In one corner, he saw a wheel-like wood and silver device and his stomach churned as he had a vague recollection of being tormented there.
He looked to a nearby table, covered with books and papers. There was a letter opener there, and he snatched it up.
Besides the letter opener, there was a large map spread across the table. It showed the whole of the American colonies. Red-inked lines radiated from their location towards the largest cities on the eastern seaboard: Philadelphia, Boston, New York and others.
By the name of each city was a written figure, numbers in the ten thousands … Was this how many people lived in each place? But what did the red lines mean, then?
In a moment, Julia was pulling on his arm, and Ed turned away from the map. Taking her hand, he forced his bad leg forward, then his good one, scrambling as quickly as he could towards the stairs.
They heard excited shouts as they reached the bottom of the staircase.
Ed looked up to see that the bearded Mister Starks was halfway down the stairs, the silver-headed torture tool in his hand. Behind him came two other servants wielding knives, and from the top of the steps the Rector himself glared down at them.
“Julia!” The Rector’s crimson eyes went wide as he recognized his daughter. “What are you doing?”
Ed yanked her away, trying to avoid the man’s gaze. He knew how strong the red-eyed Rector was, and with those other goons to help …
“We need another way!” he shouted to Julia.
“The tunnel!” she answered, pointing to a dark opening at the other end of the cellar. One of the silver cords led into the opening, but there was little light to see anything else.
“It goes to the cave where the monster Croatoan lives,” Julia explained, “where he has his pit. There’s a door leading outside from there, I think.”
“Will he be down inside the pit now?” Ed asked. “Or up in the cave itself?”
He didn’t relish the idea of facing the demon-thing again.
“I don’t know,” she said.
“All right. We have to try!”
They hurried towards the tunnel, dodging around the tables and the other clutter in the cellar. Behind him, Ed could hear Starks screaming as well as other voices, coming up fast. He worked his legs as hard as he could, swinging his bad leg far forward with each step to try to speed up his pace.
It was no good. He’d never outrun them, and he was holding Julia back …
He let go of her hand. “Run!” he told her. “You have to go on ahead.”
It meant more to him than his own safety… This soft, sweet, sincere girl, he couldn’t bear the idea of her being punished or suffering on his account.
She looked to him, her big eyes wide and her delicate mouth working soundlessly.
“Run, dammit!” he repeated. “I’m not fast enough.”
“No!” she stopped moving and stood there, trembling. “Don’t leave me.”
There wasn’t time to argue … he looked back to see one of the servant men jumping over a table not fifty paces away, ready to pounce on
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