If you wish to pray for Victor, mistress, Heidi began, I am most willing to pray with you. Would you like to do that, now? She tentatively offered her hand, in case Elizabeth might want to join with her in prayer. She added, something tells me he’s going to truly need it.
I am indeed most ready for one more adventure, Doctor, Mary Beth stated, my reputation in this community being of?little concern, at least in so far as medicine goes. But tell me, if you will, what does this drug actually do? Will it awaken him? It looks as if we are, about to lose him.
In the dream, Victor could feel what would feel much like a wrist, pressed to his lips, something warm dripping from the wrist, touching his lips. He could hear the seductive voice, very hypnotic in its sound, trinket, kitten, it is what you need; it will make you strong, so that you may live forever, and practice, science. The hypnotic way he said the last word almost made Victor want to open his mouth, and partake of the contents of that wrist, which in and of itself, seemed to be as tempting an invitation as anything at that moment.
Enough!! It was a clear, authoritative voice, yet strangely calm and serene, which broke the hypnotic spell of the one offering him the wrist.
Once again, there was a scene change in the dream, and Victor recognized where he was now. He looked at the streets of gold, and the gates, made of pearl, which now looked familiar to him, since he had seen them in the first part of the dream, yet, no less fascinating. ?He now stood face-to-face with the speaker, the one possessing that authoritative calm voice, who had called a halt to what the one known as, Vlad, was about to perform. ?Victors face was now extremely pale, back in the real world, and no one would hear him say what he was about to say in the dream.
I know this place, I remember. Heaven. The voice now spoke to him, a calming tone that in and of itself sounded soothing, but without the hypnotic quality of the other.
Yes, you have been here before, but you have not yet met me. I have come, Victor, to tell you that it is time now, for you to make a choice.
I wouldn’t choose him, if I were you. That bit of advice came to victors left, and it was the voice of a beautiful lady. She gave him a hand to help him up, since presently he had fallen to his knees. ?Victor thought to himself that the lady sounded in many ways, like his beloved Elizabeth, and yet,?her voice?had another quality to it, One which sounded strangely familiar, as if he had just heard it. ?His eyes were momentarily turned to look at the beautiful lady, who are you, he inquired of her. Let him tell you who??he is first, then I will tell you who I am. Save the Best for last, you know?
Cursed is your pride, the first speaker said to the lady, and Victor could now tell that the first speaker was now on his right. ?The lady only giggled, and gave the first speaker a smirk.
Sir, who is she, who are you, and what is the meaning of all of this?
The man now answered, she has been brought here to represent your other, choice.
Victor now noticed the soft angelic hum of many of the heavenly beings, as they hovered, and flew about the man.
People have been asking the meaning of life since time began, but the whole responsibility of mankind is to love me, to know me, and to respect me. Many?think I require so much work, all I require is your trust. The outward works, or only a showing, exhibiting what I can do, and will do in the life of anyone who will allow it.
The woman on Victor’s left side smirked, fine, he won’t tell you who he?is, so I will tell you who I am; I, my dearest Victor, have been your mistress all your life. No, I’m not your beloved Elizabeth, I am your first true love, you may call me, lady science. ?Don’t listen to him, the lady continued, her voice calm and seductive, please, don’t listen to him. If you do, he, will have you floating around on a cloud playing a harp forever and ever. I, on the other hand, can offer you so much more, you’ll be able to live on the earth, just like your friend told you when he was offering you the drink, before you were so rudely snatched away by this man.
Can science create life? The man did not sound angry as he asked, his voice was one of complete assurance, as if he already knew the answer. Of course it can, lady?science replied, this man here is one of the greatest creators that ever lived. ?In fact, he has already created life.
But can science create life from, dust?
Victors eyes grew wide as he now looked fully at the man. I have never created anything from dust, he admitted. But you probably could, lady science countered, pay no attention to her, the man stated, after which Victor inquired, are you…, He said the last word with??a reverence totally uncharacteristic for him, God??
There is no God, lady science interjected, you’ve never believed in him in your life, well maybe your mom at once taught you a little about him, but who needs that anymore? You have science now, you have me.
Perhaps she is right, Victor replied, perhaps you are an angel? Like the one I saw at the first?
It was then that lady science covered her mouth, and emitted a rather large sneeze. We sneezed him out of existence years, centuries ago, she told Victor. Man is supreme, you had it right all along, Man is his own ultimate God.
And yet, Victor stated, when someone sneezes, is it not polite to say, bless you? Lady science frowned, as the man replied, that is correct, and who do you think it is that gives the blessings? ?You have come to the correct conclusion when you ask if I am god, for I am indeed one with him, I, who?speak to you now, am He, the Son of the one true, and living, God.
Poppicock!
It was lady science who gave the exclamation, he’s no more god?than anything else. But it was then that the man, held out his hands, and spread his arms open wide to Victor.
All of your adult life, you have doubted me, and now is your hour of decision.
Victor would now see that the hands of the man were indeed scarred. Has?science, died for you, Victor? Can you give its life for you? Does it keep you warm at night? Can it comfort you in?the death of your loved ones? Where was science when your beloved Elizabeth was killed?
I helped him bring her back, the woman countered. Yes, but you?brought back a mirror shell, a ghost of the?person that she was before.
He turned back to Victor, now, I will show you yet another vision, I will show you a brief glimpse of what will happen should you make the wrong choice.
In his dream, Victor was once more back in his own lab, concocting and creating. He would see glimpses from the past, as well as from the future. ?He??now felt himself being propelled forward by some strange force, the wind which he could not control. The wind at last dropped him, after whirling?and twirling through seemingly many areas of space, and he would later?find out, time. The wind dropped him, on the same table, where he had been in the dream. The scene changed, he now looked different, and was being made to stand and walk, but he could no longer stand as before. For his hands had become four?paws.
Behold, said the man, the lady science is none other than the one you call, scientist!
Victor now saw himself and heard himself, actually begging for death, but he could not die. For he now lived forever, and was given a bowl of something to drink. He was glad for the water, until he looked and saw that it was not water. The dark crimson color of the liquid in the bowl told him exactly what it was. And there was that same voice saying, drink it now kitten, for you must learn to hunt for this.
This is all wrong, lady science protested,?but Victor looked at her now, and he saw her for who she truly was, although?he knew no other name except what he called her.
You…, You have lied to me, he said to lady science. You told me all this time that man was supreme, you’ve made me think that you were so beautiful even now, when it was in fact you, who made me a beast.
I only made you what you truly are, Lady science said, now in the voice Victor knew full well, for the man was making it impossible for her, even in the vision, to hide herself anymore.
The man known as, God, now spoke kindly to Victor. You see Victor, I have now shown you just some of what will happen. Science was meant to help mankind, never to reign supreme. Science was never meant to take my place, but sadly, you and many others, have filled the void in your life by using it, instead of turning to me. But it is not too late, not yet.
He shows you only lies, lady science once more looked beautiful and sounded seductive as she spoke, but of course, it is up to you. On that point, we agree, the man said, it is now, your hour of decision.???
God loves you.
On Thursday, March 17, 2022, 1:19 AM, Ishamael Moridin <ishamael13@...> wrote:
"Who or what indeed," Van Hoff agreed unhappily,
even the more esoteric theories falling flat in the face of harsh
reality.
?
"That is not looking well," Van Hoff admitted,
trying to remain calm as any good doctor had to be at some point. It was all
part of the trade. Unpleasant perhaps, but nonetheless frequent. The fear of
failure that made the rare success saving and improving a life all the more
valuable.
?
He was willing to admit defeat, if he had to. But
the time for it, has it come already, so soon? Van Hoff could not say and
decided to try one more thing.
?
"Mary Beth, I shall now need your assistance. I
will be injecting that experimental drug I have told you about. It may be
imported from Hindustan, it may have had an uncertain reputation, but the few
times it has been tried, have?proved its efficacy, so in the spirit of
science itself, we must proceed.
?
There are risks involved of course, so if
you?should wish to distance yourself from the experiment and ensure your
own reputation remains unblemished in our community, I shall understand and ask
Ludwig to assist me instead. How do you feel about one more risky adventure?"
Van Hoff wondered, divided between uncertainty and a certain kind of excitement,
at finally having?a seemingly good reason to give it a try.
?
***
?
"Only God in Heaven and his messengers on Earth,"
Elizabeth idly declared, trying to decide if she even remembered the old
catechism any longer.?
?
Many words of the old religion rang false to her.
Especially since she has grown beyond a mere human capability. Especially since
she had to measure and?divide such empty words in relation to the one soul
she felt relatively certain could appreciate them even less than she
had.?
?
"We can always do what women do best, and simply
pray," the young woman concluded, unable to avoid the small smile completely,
and compensating for it with a hint of bitterness at the corners of her lips.
Humans emotions were difficult to fake, when performed by one above humans,
Elizabeth decided, and thought to share with her new friend Cylas later on.
???
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Monday, March 7, 2022 4:10 PM
Subject: Re: [A-Twist-Of-Fate] [I could
kill him myself with this thing, she and the taser at Victor, but then, it’s
kind of hard to study someone after they’re dead, I mean you could do some
things but, she shrugged, not the way I want to I could kill him myself
w
Yes mistress, Heidi replied, I fear it may take much harsher
circumstances for him to ever recant his ways. But then again, who knows what
he is undergoing, even now?
I think I read something somewhere about such a study, Marybeth replied
to VanHoff, but I am not sure about it, if it actually works. And if it does,
who, or what, could be mesmerizing him now?
What a thrill it was for scientist, to make Victor think she was actually
going to teach him something, only to tell him that it was, none of his
business, at the last moment. Part of the reason it was so thrilling, was that
it was such a torture for Victor. He looked disappointed, even as the one
called, Vlad, laughed out loud yet again. Now that?One
there,??is a good one. He stroked Victor’s arm, poor, poor kitten,
denied the chance to acquire?a most precious piece of knowledge.
?How torturing for you, especially when it’s, science. The one called
Felix, laughed,?and Vlad looked around for other chuckles and nods of
approval in the room.
You are a quite delicious specimen, dear kitten, Vlad told Victor, his
tone conversational, even tender. I know that you very much believe in these,
do you not? He showed his fangs once more, I think, I want to leave a lasting
impression with you, I want to make sure you honestly believe.
Victor spoke in the dream, I do, I believe! How wonderful, Vlad replied
with a smile which again showed his fangs. But, I have to make sure this is
something that will stay with you, should you awaken, and return to being the
man of science that you have been. You scientist sometimes need things shown
to you, he looked apologetically at the young woman called scientist, not you
of course, just, kitten here.
Victor would feel the sharpness of the fangs as this time, they
completely pierced his throat. He would hear Vlad’s?pleasure, feel his
life draining away in the dream, as everything seemed to fade, even the
clapping and laughter that was going on in the room, all of the images,
fading, ever so slowly fading away. He felt himself becoming sleepy, so very
tired, his eyes?closed. Colors were fading, much more quickly now, and he
felt himself floating, foward, then strangely,?upward,?as if he knew
the way to the place where he would ultimately choose to go, if it were his
choice.
He could see a door in front of him, growing ever closer;?on the
other side,?it seemed to Victor that he glimpsed?such incredible
beauty, that if he ever once?entered through that door, he would never
want to return to such a place as that from whence?he had come.
But just as he could feel himself start to enter that door, the
progression toward it suddenly ceased. It seemed as though something was,
different, as he noticed that the force that was draining away his life,
suddenly stopped. In its place, something soft touched his lips, something
soft, and moist, that felt strangely like the skin of a man.
No! Don’t do it, it was scientist, who is giving the command, but the one
called Vlad, merely shrugged, keeping what was in fact, his wrist, close to
Victor’s lips. Kitten? Can you hear me, Victor? Kitten? The voice did not at
all sound like the vampire that he had known earlier, it seemed a strange
combination for him of some sort of almost angelic music, combined with
rapidly flowing water, combining with a strange, celestial wind, to form the
most melodious of words, and the most verbal of melodies, which Victor had
ever heard.
In the dream, it seems that Victor had just enough strength to murmur,
God. Yes, yes my child, the one called Vlad was saying; it is time for you to
drink. You must drink in order to be made whole. I,?I am your only
fountain of living water now. Drink, take the Crimson flow, drink the living
water, and you also, will live, and you will know?power as you have never
known. A power that science can only dream of giving. ?But the dream
which now was claiming all of victors attention, and all of his senses, was
yet to hold even more surprises.
Back in the real world, Victor’s skin was growing increasingly pale, and
was now a ghost white. The doctor and Mary Beth would see this, they would
probably be able to feel his life slipping away. We’re losing him Doctor,
we’re losing him! God help us, we’re losing this patient!? God
loves you.
On
Saturday, March 5, 2022, 1:47 AM, Ishamael Moridin
<ishamael13@...> wrote:
Van Hoff nodded, the motion is as painstakingly slow as the inner
movement inside of his mind. The attempt to recall that one esoteric bit of
forgotten wisdom that perchance may bear light on the events at hand.
?
"It might be a case of intense mesmerizing performed in the past. Anton
Mesmer, not as scientific fellow by any means, reported a curious case that
somebody far more solid confirmed in a different setting.
?
Mesmer believed that suggestions could be given, bordering on the
bizarre and the uncanny, that the mind could accept as a given...and yet a
colleague of mine confirmed?it in the case of?those dear
Pagans?from Hindustan who know not Christ, but their own deities seem
to have great powers as well.
?
Including the powers to guide and disrupt the course of dreams. Some
invocations?to such deities created tangible effects, effects I thought
were strange at the time, until our patient arrived.
?
Though if the theory be correct, who on Earth could have mesmerized our
patient? I remember some priests experimenting with hypnosis and dreaming,
but none were, naturally malign. This case?gets more and more
interesting by the minute," Van Hoff carefully opined, almost wishing he
still had his cigar at hand for relaxation.
?
"Harsher circumstances, yes. Well spoken dearest Heidi. I fear it takes
a great challenge at times, to remind one of what they value, of what they
seek to accomplish, of what they hold most dear. God is merciful and God
is?wise, Poor Victor though, I fear the harshness of the thing might
get the better of him. Is there a way to help him, I wonder? Perhaps it is
but the Grace of the Lord that shall offer him his last chance at
salvation," Elizabeth spoke skeptically.????
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Monday, February 7, 2022 2:51
PM
Subject: Re: [A-Twist-Of-Fate] [I
could kill him myself with this thing, she and the taser at Victor, but
then, it’s kind of hard to study someone after they’re dead, I mean you
could do some things but, she shrugged, not the way I want to I could kill
him myself with this thing, she aimed the taser at Victor, but then, it’s
kind of hard to study someone after they’re dead, I mean you could do some
things but, she shrugged, not the way I want to study him.study
him.A-Twist-Of-Fate] Sweet Dreams
I’m not sure, Doctor, Mary Beth admitted, greatly hating to
admit her uncertainty. I…, I have never seen anything like this before.
This appears to be some sort of a dream that he is being forced to
undergo, yet the burns and wounds popping up on his body are quite real.
You can see them with your own eyes, can you not? She looked first at the
doctor, then at Ludwig.
Well mistress,he sincere love of God, his mercy and grace; but sadly
for others, it takes harsher circumstances. I’Well mistress, Heidi began,
with some hesitation, for some people, it is the sincere love of God which
draws them, his grace and mercy; but for others, it takes harsher
circumstances. I honestly do not know which will be the case for master
Victor. He…, He’s such a self-sufficient man of science, and men of
science often do not believe in God. It takes quite a bit to move them. We
can only hope that he will come back to us, more impressionable, and
willing to believe.
In the dream, Victor had finally been made to drink the blood, very
much against his will. Oh…, Oh God! The words were a mixture of a
desperate plea, coupled with notes of anger. The one called Vlad Chuckled
in his most malevolent Manor, kitten, you don’t even believe in God; you
don’t even believe in…, Me. I can see you, touch you, of course I believe
in you, you’re a man. But what kind of man am I, he retorted, ?I
would tell you, but then again, you wouldn’t believe me. He chuckled
again, noticing that it made Victor extremely nervous. ?so I will
just have to, prove it to you.
Vlad once more ran his fangs across Victor’s throat, and up and down,
watching his fear, and smiling. He then pierced a part of his throat, but
not too much. Just enough to cause some pain. Do you know how easy it
would be for me to kill you, kitten? ?With that, Victor would feel
Vlads lips, almost tenderly sucking up the small droplets of blood.
?Victor yelled, and tried to slap at Vlad, which earned him yet
another malevolent chuckle. It also earned him an unexpected shot from
scientist. The shot did not come from a gun as such, it shot out pins,
which went into Victor, causing quite a few volts of electricity to flow
through him. ?He convulsed, lightning maker! Please no more
lightning.
I would kill you right here and now, with only a nod from my friends,
but they wish to keep you alive, so very well. Scientist nodded, at least
for now, she stated. ?But now kitten, do you know what I am? He
looked expectantly at Victor when he said this, and Victor replied, yes,
you’re a vampire! He said the words without hesitation. Vlad threw his
arms in the air and laughed?triumphantly, what do you know,
the?great victor Frankenstein, man of science, believes, in,
vampires! What else, will the great victor come to believe in?
Scientist smiled,??aiming the taser at Victor, who cringed.
I could kill him myself with this thing here, but then I couldn’t study
him the way I want to study him. No, not that, Victor stated, then his
tone became conversational. What is that called? Oh, this thing here?
Scientist use her sweetest tone, this is called a…, None, of, York,
business. She pronounce each word slowly, just God loves
you.
On
Friday, February 4, 2022, 12:14 AM, Ishamael Moridin
<ishamael13@...> wrote:
Ludwig found?relieved at somebody giving him instructions,
even if they were the kind he was already considering himself. It didn't
matter that he asked for them, it mattered more that he was confirmed in
his opinion by his superior. The footman curtly nodded and proceeded to
summon back Van Hoff.
?
In his haste he failed to explain what was happening, and the poor
doctor, giving up on his footman, inquired the about the situation from
the one he could trust, namely?Mary Beth.
?
"What is the meaning of all of this,?what is the most urgent
thing I should be doing," the doctor quickly corrected himself,
realizing how some bits of information were more important than
others.
?
***
"And what is the best process to bring the lost soul back home?
What must register within such a creature now that has not before. What
sips in, and how can it be done?" Elizabeth wondered.
?
She may not have believed in Victor's recovery, but perhaps she
could learn something useful from Heidi?yet, if for an entirely
different purpose. The main thing was that a lack of interest on her
part could be seen as suspicious, while honest curiosity would be
entirely expected instead.??
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Friday, January 21, 2022
7:33 PM
Subject: Re: [A-Twist-Of-Fate]
Sweet Dreams
Marybeth looked a mixture of horrified and sympathetic.
It…, Appears, she began with hesitation, to be some sort of an acting
out of, perhaps a dream? But if it is a dream, why are these burns
coming up on him for real? Yes Ludwig, I think you better get Dr.
VanHoff?in here. ?these burns may well be the result of the
fever, but I’ve never seen anything like this before.
Of course, Victor had no idea that anyone else was watching what
was happening to him. ?it appeared to be two or three days later,
this particular scene was in the lab, in the afternoon, and one word
filled Victor’s mind, he thought he heard himself saying it. Hungry!!
?But his own voice did not sound normal, even to him; he thought
that it sounded strangely between a fierce growl, and a piteous,
animalistic wine, like a starving cat or dog, begging for a
crumb.
Feeding time, the older woman stated, looking at scientist. Yep,
the man called Felix iterated, time for lunch. ?He mockingly
smacked his lips, as scientist picked up what appeared to be a very
long skewer. Let me do it?Dear,?flycatcher requested, and
she nodded. Then, turning to look at Victor, who was still lying on
the table, scientist said, my husband wants to feed you.
?flycatcher men reached into his pocket, and, pulling something
out, kept it carefully hidden from Victor, turning so that Victor
couldn’t see him, as he placed it on the long skewer. He held it out
to him, lunchtime, he stated, then smacked his lips at the creature on
the table. Come on, eat up now. Victor looked at what was on the end
of the skewer, and almost lost the contents of his stomach, Because
what was on the end of the skewer, was a very large, dead,
grasshopper.
The entire room irrupt it in laughter and applause, as the
creature that was apparently now Victor, tried his best to keep from
sicking up.
Get a bucket or pan, Scientist commanded, if he pukes all over
the floor, you, are?cleaning up the lab. Me??The man called
Felix exclaimed,?as another young man stood and volunteered, I’ll
get it, you stay there with the rest of your family and watch him.
Thank you, Ingvar, scientist said, as the one called Ingvar, ran to
find a large bucket, as well as a pan, and quickly brought it back.
?he held the pan?in front of Victor’s face, and the specimen
on the table made appropriate use of it. The man known as Ingvar
hurried to dispose of the contents, as flycatcher, stepped forward,
still holding the grasshopper on the skewer, and held it to Victor’s
lips. As Victor made a sort of mewling sound, flycatcher took the end
of the skewer, with the grasshopper on it, down a few inches, and
prized Victor’s lips open. Come on now you need to eat, he stated with
mock?concern and tenderness, as he punched a small button on the
skewer, which would release the grasshopper into victors mouth, then
began rubbing his throat, to make him swallow.
You might as well eat it, the man called Felix stated, as
scientist added, yes eat it and we will give you something to drink.
As?she said this, she glanced out of the corner of one
eye,?at yet another person in the lab that had been sitting in
the background, but watching the entire spectacle. This man smiled
with undisguised malevolence, and gave?A deep, evil chuckle, as
he stated slowly, with pleasure. He slowly stood to his feet, seeming
to savor every moment of misery he could?cause for the man on the
table. His?steps were slow, meaningful strides;?In his hand,
he held a cup.
Victor finally was made to swallow the grasshopper, very much
against his will, as he muled,?oh…, God! His face was a contorted
mixture of pain and sickness, as it went from pale, to a ghastly green
color.
Yes…, The man answered in a foreign accent, as he continued his
slow, meaningful stride toward the table. You may call me your God,
and it is time for the wine of wrath.
Scientist smiled, looked at Victor, and cheerfully inquired, do
you know who he is? He is, Vlad Teeps!
The name mint nothing to Victor, but his face was anything but
blank, as the thick, deep crimson content of the cup came into his
view, ever closer. ?The one known as, Vlad,?placed a strong
left arm under Victor‘s neck, forcing him to sit up, as he took the
cup with his right hand, and held it to Victor‘s mouth. Victor knew
that all his prayers concerning the contents of the cup, that it would
not be as it appeared to be, had fallen on deaf ears. But that’s…,
That’s, his voice was that sickening mewling growling cross between
animal and man, that is…, blood! He pronounce the last word with a
grotesque sort of wonder, so overcome was he by what he had recently
eaten, and what it looked as if he were about to drink.
Very good, the one known as Vlad, purred at him. ?you will
learn your place, beast-man, for as you have given life, so must you
now receive it.
In the dream, victors suddenly felt such strong repulsion for the
being standing in front of him, for the cup in his hand, and mainly,
for the liquid in the cup, that he thought to give a strong argument.
But all that would come out was a yowling, no! And even that, sounded
more like the yowl of a cat, then the intelligent protest of a
man.
I, won’t,?I, wo,wowowwououount!!! ?I, wowwownt! The
last word drawled into a hybrid?of of human speech and cat like
yowling.
Vlad reached up and stroked the back of victors now quite furry
head, ?oh yes you will, kitty man, kitty, he purred, kitten, he
added insult to injury, seeing that Victor did not like being called
kitty at all.
The newly formed quills, on victors body raised up automatically,
as he gave the low warning growl of a cat, showing, for the first
time, is extremely sharp teeth. ComeThe newly formed quills, on
victors body raised up automatically, as he gave the low warning growl
of a cat, showing, for the first time, is extremely sharp teeth.
I wouldn’t do that, the one known as Felix, cautioned behind
clenched teeth, as scientist, laid a finger over her own lips. Quiet
Felix, she murmured, let’s see what happens; he doesn’t know
everything there is to know about Vlad, yet.
The one known as Vlad smiled, the young man speaks wisdom to you,
kitty; you should heed his warning. ?now you have grown some very
sharp teeth, and they are even somewhat elongated, who knows, perhaps
in about…, Too, maybe 3 million years, your descendants will have
choppers that look more like…, This. With that, Vlad?opened his
mouth,?revealing extremely, sharp, fangs!
After allowing Victor to behold his fangs for a few seconds, Vlad
spoke, now the way I see it, kitten, you have two choices. You can
either drink this blood that I have brought for you here, which will
probably give you strength; or, he grazed one of his fangs gently
across the throat of?Victor as he concluded, you can drink your
own.
I indeed also hope and pray for salvation for him, as I share in
your optimistic hope for him, mistress, Heidi stated sincerely, as she
smiled and nodded to Elizabeth. Who knows what he may be undergoing
even now. And yet, I’ve heard that oft’?times the worst
circumstances, tend?to bring a wayward soul to the foot of
salvation‘s cross.???
God loves you.
On
Thursday, January 20, 2022, 11:50 PM, Ishamael Moridin
<ishamael13@...> wrote:
Far above the commotion, and yet so near that he could almost
be touched, a tall man with red hair was watching all the players in
the dream scape.
?
His father might have done something subtle, if the game
allowed it. His uncle might have done something more persuasive,
whether or not the dream gate was fully open and ready.
?
But he was neither of them, and he only chuckled at the
spectacle, enjoying the final touch. His final touch, if he could
say so himself, and he could, because of who he was.
?
"See, told you Franny, you are great when you put your mind to
it. Oh sorry, Keres.
?
A super bril old name by the way. I know you know, or you think
you know, ?but you still don't really get it, anymore than Ren
does...you really only get mom's?but not dad's or your
own.?
?
Maybe if you dreamt more as you were told...still pretty good
though, I think that should distract Count?Nobody for a wittle
while, which is kind of all I need, told you you were awesome with
dreams, and for that matter Ren too, and look at Ig," the young man
happily complimented his sister who might or might not be able to
hear him when distracted.
?
Though truth be told, the compliment was at his own expanse
too. All the harassment, all the nudges, they finally, finally
materialized. And right here, right now, at?a place
that?belonged to this man. A man who could have been, but never
would be, his grandfather.?How?ironic, how bril.
?
The young man wondered for a second if he should help his
sister reclaim the lab, considering who else was watching. But she
had matters at hand here.
?
"Well, maybe you don't know what you think you know either,
dear Count.?You thought you were safe from the
prophecy???You thought tricking your pawn into killing
somebody important would be forgotten? Because millennia passed, and
the Carrier has been gone from the world? You never thought then,
that the old gods are never gone, that they might
return????Tiktok little count, tiktok," the young man
spoke to nobody in particular, smiling at his own inner
reference.?
?
?
He was happy and his associates should be equally pleased, he
knew, the smirk still playing on his face as he began vanishing from
this layer of?a well crafted slice of almost real reality.
?
He?may have preferred playing it like his uncle, but the
last touch was of course to honor his father, the man who had been
known a long time?ago as, and had knowingly embraced once more,
the identity of Captain Dance.
?
****
Ludwig stared at the patient's body, at Mary Beth, and with an
understandable tremor in his limbs, hesitantly inquired, "Mam, what
is the meaning of this? Should I call the doctor? What should I
do?"
?
***
?
"Salvation, yes, after all, every soul needs it, and some can
even get it. Will Victor be the lucky one? I hope so, I hope so,
dearest Heidi," Elizabeth emphatically explained, not certain if she
engaged in a bout of wishful thinking, or for the first time, had a
bout of premonition.?
?
?
?
???????
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Saturday, January 8,
2022 1:40 PM
Subject: Re:
[A-Twist-Of-Fate] Sweet Dreams
In his dream, Victor tried his best to fight the
ghost of Frank, to get Elizabeth away from him, but Elizabeth
chose to fight with Frank, against Victor. The two ghosts
continued to laugh, as he was once more held over the flames, and
then fell, as if the ghost wanted him to relive the scene of being
dropped into the fire again and again. ?As he fell,?the
scenes of the dream changed to show what could be other
possibilities in Victor‘s life. He was aware of a hard
thud,?And that?he was on a?table. ?he blinked,
then looked around.?My science lab, he
breathed,?his voice filled with relief and
wonder.
The figure which stood over him smiling,
looked much more solid than the ghosts of Frank and Elizabeth had
looked. No, stupid, this is not your, science lab, this is my
lab.
But, who are you?
The woman smiled, you may call me…, Scientist, for you
see that is what I am. How did I get here, Victor wanted to know.
We brought you here, she answered, science, brought you here. And
before we go any further with this, I want to thank you for being
such a great part of my experiment.
What? Have I now become the science, Victor demanded.
There was a laugh coming from a young male voice which was
somewhat behind the woman, as yet another strange looking man
caught a fly and proceeded to eat it.
While?this was happening in the dream, real burns
began?to pop up on Victor’s body in the real world, so that
MaryBeth, Ludwig, and the doctor, would be able to see them.
Marybeth gasped,?what is the meaning of this? ?The
others would be able to answer her as to what they thought it was,
as the dream unfolded for Victor.
I don’t think he likes you Ren,?the young male
replied, the flycatcher chuckled.
Then the woman called, scientist, stepped back, as if
to study him clinically, and made a motion with her hands. An
older woman, the young male, the flycatcher, and another man
stepped up, all of them examining Victor. And then, to add to the
nightmare, there he was, the ghost of Frank.
Wonderful indeed, my daughter, the ghost stated, he’s
changing already. But what will we do with him, the older woman
asked. I don’t know yet, scientist said, I’m just having a lot of
fun making him. Hey we could always put him in the circus, the
young male stated. ?scientist frowned at the young
male.
Shut up, Felix, she snapped. Circuses are made for
peoples enjoyment, not to scare people, like he’s going to
do.
Hey I have an idea, the one called Felix continued,
instead of making him scary why don’t you make him look funny? You
know so people will laugh at him, like a clown or something.
Because, scientist said, most people love a clown, especially
kids. I don’t want kids, or anyone drawn to him; I want them
repelled by him, just like they were with dad. ?Should I show
him how he looks now, the one called Felix inquired, and scientist
nodded, sure go ahead. ??Felix Then took up
the mirror, allowing Victor to look in it. And in his dream,
Victor became very frightened indeed. No!! He screamed, get it
away from me! Get it away; please, take, that, thing, away! ?
everyone in the room laughed.
None of this was actually happening of course, but
Victor was being allowed to see what could very well be the future
for him, although he would not yet realize this.
Thank you, mistress, Heidi told Elizabeth. You see this
way, Victor will have a chance to explain what he has seen, and
perhaps the priest could counsel with him, and guide him into
salvation. I would hope so anyway.
God?loves you.
On
Saturday, January 8, 2022, 1:20 AM, Ishamael Moridin
<ishamael13@...> wrote:
"I s'ppose our patient also believes in something...What do
you reckon he is seeing, to make him move so, or is that just
the fever speaking? My Lady, do you believe people can get
visions from beyond? Our patient he might be a different kind
than many, aye?" Ludwig wondered, trying to turn his discomfort
into words the best way he knew how.
?
****
?
"Now that Heidi is a very good idea," Elizabeth admitted.
Not sure if the priest would be helpful to Victor, or would at
least humiliate him with his presence upon awakening, but it
felt good.
?
And who knew, if Victor would be inspired by holy guidance,
as only a man coming back from the brink of death could,
it?might be his last chance to experience salvation, as far
as she was concerned.?
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Saturday, December
18, 2021 9:36 AM
Subject: Re:
[A-Twist-Of-Fate] Sweet Dreams
Oh yes, I do believe in the Almighty, Marybeth
confessed eagerly, her nod?equally eager, although I must
admit I don’t attend Sunday services perhaps as often as I
should, mainly due to work and the like.?But I
think you are quite perceptive,she continued, science often
tries to explain various phenomenon and workings of
nature,?but how can anyone truly know how
these things happen???It
would appear there is little or no explanation except…, Except
for the fact that there is, as you say, something else out
there, someone, else, out there.
Victor had been having what some would call a fever
dream. In the first part of it, he had seen the gates,
streets, and various aspects of heaven, at least as much as he
could imagine it, as much as his imagination would allow. But
now, his forehead suddenly broke into a sweat, and he began to
softly moan. No…, No, please, do not burn me. I, I do Not,
want to, want to go there! There was a look of terror on his
face at what he was seeing. He would later describe this as,
someone holding him directly above the very pit of hell, so
close that the flames licked at him, hungrily eager to devour
him, like so many living monsters. And the one holding him
over the pit was none other than…, His very own
creation.
Later in the dream, as he was dropped into the
pit,?he would feel as if he were eternally falling,
falling with nothing under him to catch him, no one around him
to catch him, or even to Care. In his sleep, he cried out,
Elizabeth! But of course, Elizabeth was not there to help. And
the one which seemed to be the overseer of this dreadful,
fiery place was of course, none other than…, His own creation,
it was Frank. ?he was moaning that he was sorry, but in
the dream, he was screaming with all the voice he had, which
because of the initial sickness, was temporarily taken from
him. ?The ghost of Frank mocked him, moaning just as he
did, laughing at him, as it stood arm in arm with another
ghost, the ghost of his own wife. ?The two ghosts laughed
at him, as the ghost of Frank actually transformed into
something quite beautiful, something which greatly resembled
one of the angels that Victor had seen in the heaven part of
the dream.
This…, Is how some people see me, the ghost of Frank
said, turning from side to side, floating near him, to make
certain Victor got a good view. But this…, Is how you, have
always seen me. The ghost transformed again into the figure
very much believed to be the appearance of…, No! Victor
screamed in the dream, only barely managing a moan, as he be
held the familiar appearance of the devil.
The ghost gave an ominous chuckle, you called me the
devil, but it was you, who created me, you are my father, what
does that make you? He moaned again, screaming in the dream.
?then he murmured four words which he thought he would
never say in his waking hours. Oh God, save me!
Heidi nodded, it is a scarce hope, mistress, but when he
awakens as I believe he will, we should probably have a priest
on hand or nearby, to either assist him in this change, if
there is indeed a change, or else, to pray for him that’s such
a sickness does not befall him again in future. It is up to
you though of course. ??? God loves
you.
On
Friday, December 17, 2021, 8:35 PM, Ishamael Moridin
<ishamael13@...> wrote:
"Yes Mam, and there are things we do not...know about.
After all, surely despite your understanding of medical
matters, you do believe in the Almighty?
?
Well, the other day, I took Bethany out, to listen to
this young new preacher," Ludwig admitted with some
embarassement, realizing he was saying too much perhaps, out
of discomfort.
?
"This young priest was so passionate the the pulpit, he
was talking about how none of us truly understand what the
Holy word means. How when the Grace seizes you and flows
through you, it is not only inspiring, not at all
flattering, but could be frightening. As frightening as any
Angel.
?
And I started thinking, maybe, well just maybe, some of
the things we know about, don't quite act as we know they
should, because there is something else out there, I beg my
lady's pardon.
?
I just feel like I haven't chosen to misplace the
patient...I swear he somehow slipped out of my hands
and...there is more to that, and Mr Doctor might not
understand what it is that has been happening, or how to
stop it, if the patient is...I am not sure what I am saying
m'Lady, you might have better words for all of this," the
footman?hopefully offered.
?
****
"Changes, Heidi there. Sometimes they just happen, even
if we did not choose. Circumstances can alter a person's
path, the gentle or not so gentle hand of Fate. I fear
that?our Victor has experienced something untoward in
his life.
?
Maybe he would have chosen to become the man he has,
but perhaps not. Perhaps he just did not know how to handle
the cards dealt him..." Elizabeth suggested, noting that she
was fairly uncomfortable at describing Victor as hers
alone.???
?
She surely had the right to do that but wished to avoid
thinking of him in such terms, even for the sake of an
easily understood communication between them. She supposed,
when it came to that, no such communication could be
remotely easy for the things being described, were too
extraordinary for ordinary polite words.
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Saturday,
November 27, 2021 11:24 AM
Subject: Re:
[A-Twist-Of-Fate] Sweet Dreams
Mary Beth looked uncertain, I must admit,
Ludwig, that I have passing we wondered such things. Yet,
our place is not to ask such questions, but as I
understand it, to do everything and all we can to heal the
patient, to bring him out of whatever is holding him
captive. ?Head she just said that? She reason to
herself that it could be some sort of physical maladies
holding him captive, but usually, when people thought of
someone being held captive, it was either by other human
beings, or something perhaps much more sinister than even
physical diseases?could be.
Oh, mistress, do you truly think that he could be
changed? Maybe this, sickness, whatever one might call
it,?has been brought about for just such a thing as
this, she suggested. And yes, I will do what I can to make
him talk, to make him tell us what he has felt and saw,
what has happened. That is, if he seems indeed to be
changed. God loves you.
On
Tuesday, November 23, 2021, 9:43 PM, Ishamael Moridin
<ishamael13@...> wrote:
"Pardon mam, but can the patient be...haunted? Me
knows it sounds strange, yet I doth not like what's, I
don't now, as if he can watch us while being asleep.
Something odd about our patient, do you fancy?"
?
Ludwig did not know what even prompted him to ask
this superior woman who knew so much and intimidated him
and made him wonder if she wanted a conversation at all.
And realize that perhaps he needed one all the same. A
pity he did not even know how to ask the right question.
?
Even Bethany might be confused at what it was he
wanted to know, so he would not blame Mary Beth if she
did too.
?
***
?
"Oh, well then my dear. It shall be easy to
ascertain that Victor does indeed seek God. For the
change in him would then be significant. I would urge
you then to make him talk. Explain what brought about
the change.
?
If there were,,,say, just as an entirely random
example, some hands squeezing his neck, anybody
whispering words into his ears. If he remembers being
shrouded by darkness, of feeling remorse over not doing
more with his life.
?
After all, God has many mysterious agents working
for him, you know. I suppose if the change in Victor is
real and he?was graced with God's presence, perhaps
he can tell us about it.
?
And then we would all be one happy household once
more, because we would know the change in him is
permanent, you see," Elizabeth offered though she had to
wonder if even the mysterious hands choking the life out
of Victor or the?face of God itself could challenge
him into changing his life style and views.?She was
not going to hope too much for it herself, but if Heidi
needed the hope, well then, it was not Elizabeth's duty
to dissuade her.???
----- Original Message
-----
Sent: Monday,
November 8, 2021 11:51 AM
Subject: Re:
[A-Twist-Of-Fate] Sweet Dreams
Mary Beth gave Ludwig a slight look of
exasperation. She had almost started to caution him in
an annoyed tone to be careful, but then he apologized
for bruising the patient even more. Just let’s just
get him settled, Mary Beth told him, doing her best to
keep patients in her tone. ?And of course, she
continued, I will need you to transport him back to
bed, at least such is most likely, unless of course,
he happens to come out of this seemingly in trapping
ailment.
It was now Heidi‘s turn to look thoughtfully at
her mistress before stating, if he does come out
different, it likely can’t help but be for the good,
his?good, as well as ours.
Her eyes widened, and her mouth dropped
open?with surprise when Elizabeth actually asked
her about caring for Victor. I…, I shall do my best
for you, mistress, as I am always happy to help in
anything you need. ?but if it turns out that he
does indeed have more of a heart and thoughts toward
God, and actually helping his fellow man, what then?
What would you have me do? God loves
you.
On
Saturday, November 6, 2021, 1:19 AM, Ishamael Moridin
<ishamael13@...> wrote:
"Yes...Maa'm," Ludwig spoke obediently his
prolonged sound a sign of his deep concentration. He
felt odd in a manner of speaking, as of something
strange and outside pulled at him. Pulled him to
move?in the physical direction his own instinct
would have avoided.
?
As if in mockery of his sincere words, he had
managed to bruise the patient a few more times
before he settled the body down completely. "Begging
your pardon Mam," Ludwig apologized
hastily.?Normally he would have addressed the
patient, but then the patient was not available to
apologize to,?so Ludwig chose this smallish
woman to address instead, to rectify his
mistake.
?
Perhaps if she has been a friend, he would have
admitted the strangeness to her and hoped for some
council that only women seemed to have. But then,
even somebody like his Bethany might not have
understood or believed him, so perhaps Mary Beth
would merely consider him a slacker, he could not
take the chance of her bad mouthing him to the
doctor, so he determined to keep doing his best no
matter what pull he has experienced towards wrong
motions with the patient, or otherwise.
?
Elizabeth?cautiously regarded Heidi and
finding no subtle undertones of?disagreement or
rebuke, finally nodded her agreement. "Your words
are most enlightening my pet," she complimented the
maid.
?
"But do you think that means Victor would come
out even more different than?previously, after
he is healed, which is of course to be presumed by
those who cherish his well being.
?
If he is any different, I fear I?may not
know at first how to attend to him best. Perhaps I
shall have to enlist you and your wisdom in helping
me.
?
I rely on Abigail in many affairs, but those
mysteries of the heart I worry she would not pierce
any?better or faster than myself. You might be
our best hope, darling Heidi.
?
I know this may put too much?pressure on
your slender shoulders and am sorry in advance.
Would you object greatly to taking personal care of
Victor when he is back and is recovering? I hope not
for you seem to have such insights," Elizabeth
complimented, sincerely surprised that she found
such a good conversationalist in the girl she had
previously dismissed as dull.
???
----- Original
Message -----
Sent: Friday,
October 1, 2021 7:39 AM
Subject: Re:
[A-Twist-Of-Fate] Sweet Dreams
Thank you Ludwig, Mary Beth
replied, her own tone somewhat distracted, until
he missed the second wall. Be careful with him, we
may not know what is wrong with him yet, but he is
still a patient which has come into our care. How
could she expect him to have the same care for the
man that she and the doctor had. ?She only
wondered this, and contemplated it, as she watched
the forward progress of Ludwig, carrying the
patient.
Heidi regarded Elizabeth with a thoughtful
expression. It is not that you are without
influence in his life, mistress, for I believe you
are not without such, but I think often times, men
will listen to someone else telling them
something, before they listen to those closest to
them; perhaps you could confirm what the other
person was saying, the priest or whomever you
choose to speak with, but sometimes, two or three
People saying the same thing, confirming one
another in their assessments, I think often times
this can?help one to get ones point
across.
She studied Elizabeth’s expression, hoping
that?what she said offered some genuine
comfort and hope to her mistress. Then again, she
continued, who can say what if this present set of
circumstances might not do it for you. People many
times have near brushes with death, and come out
of it much different, thinking more of God, and
their own mortality. God loves you.
On
Friday, October 1, 2021, 12:29 AM, Ishamael
Moridin <ishamael13@...> wrote:
"Yes Mam,"Ludwig obediently took on the
little man and carried him, not truly paying
attention to the new of his fever.?But his
thoughts, of missing time with Bethany because
of this unexpected change in the doctor's
routine, made him upset, and distracted.
?
Though he failed to avoid the sharp edge of
the wall he was crossing with the patient, he
did notice his error on time. He didn't think
the patient noticed any damage, and?could
only hope Mary Beth didn't either. Trying to
think of distracting her attention from the
patient with something witty to converse about,
Ludwig could only think of something little to
ask the doctor's assistant.?
?
"So, have you found anything good at the
grocery market," Ludwig gruffly wondered, the
effort of thinking?of a topic evident in
his voice. And then he realized with a start
that his own question distracted him instead,
prompting him to unintentionally miss another
wall.
?
A good thing it was a small man he was
carrying, a larger load?could have slept
away from him by now, Ludwig well knew. He
shuddered at the very thought of being fired by
Van Hoff and loosing all access to the lovely
Bethany. Now there was a girl he could easily
talk to, about anything.???
?
***
"But Heidi,?Victor was encouraged to
think of God. I encouraged him myself, and so
did his father. Victor did not really object. I
don't know that he thinks there is no God.
?
I don't know that he is not interested in
God at all either. I just feel that all thoughts
about God would still direct Victor to think
about his own greatness.
?
The disturbing thing for me is that
Victor's mind is great. But perhaps, not the
rest of him. His moral core does not have the
same remarkable capacity. His emotional
strength, it is...not the strength of a real
man. Of a scientist, but not a man.
?
I don't mean that he is not a man,"
Elizabeth explained, though in her heart perhaps
she did mean that. "Only that some people are
different from others and don't have the same
strength. And Victor is smart, but not overall
strong the way his peers would have been."
?
"It's not that I hold it against him," she
speculated, and then decided that maybe she did
hold it against him. "Only his greatness means
all the more to him, when he is feeling weaker.
So he insists on his greatness, he cultivates it
through his scientific accomplishments, and does
not accept his limitations.
?
Oh Heidi, I fear for him. For his body and
the physical toll it has taken. For his mind,
that may not be able to handle much more. And
for his very soul that is so uninterested in God
but?which without the idea of God at least,
seems to fall prey to folly. I just don't know
how to convince Victor that he needs something
else. Something that is greater than him and is
no part of him. Do you think he would listen to
somebody else better than he does to me?"
Elizabeth idly wondered.??
----- Original
Message -----
Sent:
Friday, September 17, 2021 8:15 AM
Subject:
Re: [A-Twist-Of-Fate] Sweet Dreams
Mary Beth nodded to the doctor.
All right Ludwig, she stated with a sigh why
don’t we sit ?him up in a reclining
position, so that even if, when…, He awakens, he
will be still comfortable. We don’t want to make
him uncomfortable, just get him in a position
more conducive to awakening. She checked his
fever, it’s gone up, she told Ludwig, and the
doctor also, if he were listening.
Victor was quite frail, so should prove
relatively easy for Ludwig to carry. And now,
especially without his daily enhancement
potions, the age in his face showed.
Perhaps he rarely, if ever, thanks of God
at all, Heidi suggested. Maybe he has never
thought about whether or not he is greater than
God, because he’s never really thought of God in
the first place. God loves you.
On
Thursday, September 16, 2021, 1:15 AM, Ishamael
Moridin <ishamael13@...> wrote:
"I do wonder if the essential salts used in
one experiment by Reuss would amount to
something, or but a fanciful way to add?a
semblance of originality he has uncovered
elsewhere.
?
No matter. I will omit them for
now,?unless the patient fails to respond to
the treatment. Ludwig will help you by carrying
the body, but perhaps you shall instruct him on
how to arrange it perfectly, so the patient
reaches a somewhat satisfactory position.
Whether he is aware for now or not, matter not
for his level of comfort. Ideally he would wake,
and then we would be prepared...Yes, let us
proceed, Ludwig," Van Hoff nodded, though he
named the one doing the manual labor, he rather
included both in his order. If anything Mary
Beth was going to play the more crucial role on
the matter. If he could have three of her, his
job would have been so much easier, as well he
knew.
?
?
Elizabeth could not take umbrage with
herself. Despite the difficulties of conveying
her outrage to somebody who in all likelihood
even resisting understanding the truth of the
matter, she has done fairly well in explaining
the issue. If it did not fully work, the fault
could not be?completely ascribed to
her.
?
"I don't know, Heidi. You might be right.
Some of them invoke the name of God in their
introduction, which is sometimes the one piece
of their writing I end up caring about. Could
they be facetious in their show of respect?
Perhaps if they believe their publication would
be met less favorably. But I don't know why in
our rational age, they would need to profess
their loyalty to God if they don't feel
it.
?
However, assuming that most of them are
devoid of the religious sentiment, the problem
remains. Not only with the men of science
departing from any idea of godhood. What bothers
me is when some seek to replace it with the idea
of their own, equal, or possibly superior
greatness.
?
At least that is how Victor seems to think
a lot of the time. Perhaps such attitude is
necessary for him to succeed in such a
frightening enterprise as his. Perhaps his
attitude was encouraged by his educators and is
shared with them. I cannot say. All I know is,
even if it has some benefits, the drawbacks of
such thinking are too intimidating for the rest
of us, who do not particularly delight in
creating science.
?
I can see the necessity for utilizing its
wisdom, but perhaps, when one ventures too far
into the gaping maw of the unknown, one should
withdraw and recover. All Victor wants to do, is
to forge even further. And for all such things
as pride and ambition serving the greater good,
I must wonder where such emotions in their
purest form would lead him. And if perhaps that
in itself does not account for his mysterious
ailment," Elizabeth considered.
?
She had believed herself to be done with
the subject but with frustration realized she
has been wrong. There were still matters
unresolved, matters she has not touched upon,
and voicing them?out loud?did seem to
make them better.??
?
----- Original
Message -----
Sent:
Wednesday, September 15, 2021 1:51 AM
Subject:
Re: [A-Twist-Of-Fate] Sweet Dreams
Yes
Doctor, I shall go and heat the water right
away, Mary Beth replied, waiting?only a
moment to see if he needed anything else, before
hurrying away to heat the water in the tub.
?Of course, she had to fill the tub first,
but it wasn’t all that long before that was
done, and the water was heated, not too terribly
hot, but warm enough to hopefully start to
increase the circulation, and bring the feeling
back into this comatose man. She then returned,
the tub is ready Doctor.
Heidi‘s
eyebrows shot up in surprise when Elizabeth
addressed her as, my pet, she said nothing,
supposing there were far worse things to be
called by one’s mistress or master. I…, She
hesitated, I doubt if he even thinks of such
things. I think, probably most men of science
think of religious matters rarely at best, if
even at all. Perhaps he does think of himself as
a new Lord, but then again, who can say without
a direct answer from him; all we
have?are?his actions. I would hate to
believe such things of him, but it does seem as
though you are very important to him, yet it
would appear that he spent so little time with
you before. Perhaps you are right, perhaps he
indeed deserves what he gets. Her voice sounded
distracted as she mused on the entire matter.
?But somehow, I don’t think even he, could
be quite that arrogant as to consider himself a
new Lord, although you say that he did decline
the offer of holy counsel. It may be though, she
continued, that he considers himself a hero of
sorts, someone who saved you from the clutches
of death, but does he feel he has overcome death
now, that is the question. And who knows what
the answer will be, once he returns to us.
For
her own part, Heidi could not see how she could
ever love such a man, one whose?mind seemed
tremulous, on the very fringes of reality. I
think, that I should enjoy very much making him
pay for how he has caused you to suffer,
mistress.?
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