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nt red angel above his masses and masses of red flowers； which were fresh as they had been the night when I had been brought to this place。
I saw him and saw his fierce burning yellow eyes； fine gems set into the red marble； and saw the white ivory fangs that hung from his snarling upper lip。 I saw all the fanged demons who lined the walls to the right and the left of him； and all their jeweled eyes seemed greedy and glorying in the light。
〃The crypt；〃 said Mastema。
I pulled with all my might。 I couldn't budge the marble slab。 No human could have done it。 It would have taken teams of horses to do it。 I locked both hands more tightly around the hook； yanking it harder； and still I couldn't budge it。 It was like trying to move the walls themselves。
〃Do it for him！〃 Ramiel pleaded。 〃Let us do it。〃
〃It's nothing； Mastema； it's only like opening the gates。〃
Mastema reached out and pushed me gently aside； so that I was caught on my own feet for a moment and then righted myself。 The long narrow trapdoor of marble was raised slowly。
I was astonished at its weight。 It was more than two feet in thickness。 Only its facing was marble； the rest being a heavier darker； denser stone。 No； no human could have lifted it。
And now； from the mouth below； there came a spear as if from a hidden spring。
I leapt back； though I had never been near enough to be in danger。
Mastema let the trapdoor fall on its back。 The hinges were broken at once by its own weight。 The light filled the space below。 More spears awaited me； glinting in the sun； pointed at an angle； as if affixed in parallel to the angle of the stairs。 Mastema moved to the top of the stairs。 〃Try to move them； Vittorio；〃 he said。
〃He can't。 And if he trips and falls； he falls down into a pit of them；〃 said Ramiel。 〃Mastema； move them。〃
〃Let me move them；〃 said Setheus。
I drew my sword。 I hacked at the first of the spears and knocked off its metal point； but the jagged wooden shaft remained。
I stepped down into the crypt； at once feeling a coldness rise and touch my legs。 I hacked again at the wood； and broke off more of it。 Then I stepped beside it； only to find with my left hand that I felt a pair of spears awaiting me in the uneven light。 Again I lifted my sword； the weight of it making my arm ache。
But I broke these two with swift blows until their metal heads had gone clattering from their wooden stems as well。
I stepped down； holding tight with my right hand so as not to slip on the steps； and suddenly； with a loud cry； I swung out and off the edge of nothing； for the stairway broke there and was no more。
With my right hand I grabbed at the shaft of the broken spear； which I already held in my left。 My sword went clattering down below me。
〃Enough； Mastema；〃 said Setheus。 〃No human can do it。〃
I was hanging； both hands locked around this splintery wood； staring up at them as they rimmed the mouth of the crypt。 If I fell； I would no doubt die； for the fall was that far。 If I did not die； I would never get out to live。
I waited； and I said nothing； though my arms ached excruciatingly。
Suddenly； they descended； as soundlessly as they did all things； in a rush of silk and wings； slipping into the crypt at once； all of them； and surrounding me； embracing me and carrying me down in a soft plummet to the floor of the chamber。
I was at once let go。 And I scrambled around in the dimness until I found my sword。 I had it now。
I stood up； panting； holding it firmly； and then I looked up at the sharp distinct rectangle of brightness above。 I shut my eyes； and bowed my head； and opened my eyes slowly so as to bee accustomed to this deep damp dusk。
Here the castle had no doubt let the mountain rise up under it； for the chamber； though vast； seemed made of only the earth。 At least this is what I saw before me； in the rude wall； and then turning around I saw my quarry； as Mastema had called them。
The vampires； the larvae … they lay sleeping； coffinless； cryptless； open in long rows； each exquisitely dressed body covered in a thin shroud of spun gold。 They ringed three walls of the crypt。 At the far end hung the broken stairs over nothingness。
I blinked and narrowed my eyes； and the light seemed to filter more fully upon them。 I drew near to the first figure until I could see the dark…burgundy slippers； and the deep…russet hose and all of this beneath the webbing as if each night fine silkworms wove this shroud for the being； so thick and perfect and fine was it。 Alas； it was no such magic； it was only the finest of what God's creatures can make。 And it had been spun of the looms of men and women； and it had a fine…stitched hem。 I ripped off the veil。
I drew near the creature's folded arms； and then saw to my sudden horror that his sleeping face was quickened。 His eyes opened； and one arm moved violently towards me。
I was yanked back out of the clutch of his fingers only just in time。 I turned to see Ramiel holding me； and then he closed his eyes and bowed his forehead into my shoulder。 〃Now you know their tricks。 Watch it。 You see。 It folds its arm back now。 It thinks it's safe。 It closes its eyes。〃
〃What do I do！ Ah； I'll kill it！〃 I said。
Snatching up the veil in my left hand； I raised my sword in my right。 I advanced on the sleeping monster； and this time； when the hand rose； I snared it with the veil； swirling the fabric around it； while； with my sword； I came down like the executioner on the block。
At once the head rolled off onto the floor。 A wretched sound came； more from the neck perhaps than from the throat。 The arm flopped。 By light of day； it could not struggle as it might have in the dark of night in my early battle； when I had decapitated my first assailant。 Ah； I had won。
I snatched up the head； watching the blood spill out of the mouth。 The eyes； if they had ever opened； were now shut。 I hurled the head into the middle of the floor beneath the light。 At once the light began to burn the flesh。
〃Look at it； the head's burning！〃 I said。 But I myself didn't stop。
I went to the next； snatching the transparent silken shroud from a woman with great long braids； taken to this eerie death in the prime of her life； and snaring her rising arm； severed her head with the same fury and caught it up by one braid and hurled it to land by its mate。
The other head was shriveling and turning black in the light that poured down from the high opening above。 〃Lucifer； you see that？〃 I called out。 The echo came back to taunt me； 〃See that？ See that？ See that？〃
I rushed to the next。 〃Florian！〃 I cried out； as I grabbed the veil。 Terrible error。
When he heard his name； his eyes snapped open even before I had drawn abreast of him； and like a puppet yanked on a chain he would have risen if I had not struck him hard with my sword and gashed open his chest。 Expressionless； he fell back。 I brought the sword down on his tender gentlemanly neck。 His blond hair was caked with blood； and his eyes went half…mast and empty and died before my sight。
I snatched him up by his long hair； this bodiless one； this leader of them all； this silver…tongued fiend； and I hurled his head into the smoking； stinking pile。
On and on I went； down the line to the left； why to the left I do not know； except it was my path； and each time I pulled back the veil； I leapt forward with ferocious speed； snaring the arm if it should rise； but sometimes gaining such momentum on it that it had no time to rise； and chopping off the head so fast that I became sloppy and my blows ugly； and I smashed the jawbones of my foes； and even their shoulder bones； but I killed them。 I killed them。
I ripped off their heads and fed them to the mountain； which had gained such smoke now that it seemed a simmering fire of autumn leaves。 Ashes rose from it； tiny thin ashes； but in the main； the heads languished； greasy and blackening； and the mass thickened and the ashes were only a few。
Did they suffer？ Did they know？ Where had their souls fled on invisible feet in this harsh and terrible moment when their Court was dissolved； when I roared in my work and stomped my feet and threw back my head and cried and cried until I couldn't see through my tears。
I had done with some twenty of them； twenty； and my sword was so thick with blood and gore that I had to wipe it clean。 On their bodies； making my way back to go down the other side of the crypt； I wiped it； on one doublet after another； marveling at how their white hands had shriveled and dried up on their chests； at how the black blood flowed so sluggishly by day from their torn necks。
〃Dead； you are all dead； and yet where did you go； where did the living soul in you go！〃
The light was dimming。 I stood breathing heavily。 I looked up at Mastema。
〃The sun is high overhead；〃 he said gently。 He was untouched； though he stood so near to them； the charred and reeking heads。
It seemed the smoke issued more truly from their eyes than anywhere else； as if the jelly melted into smoke more surely。
〃The church is dim now； but it is only midday。 Be quick。 You have twenty more this side； and you know it。 Work。〃
The other angels stood stock…still； clustered together； the magnificent Ramiel and Setheus in