 CHAPTER 27 READ BY ELIZABETH CLETT M.B. Dennis Sayers It is a lovely country, full of beauties of all imaginable kinds, and the people are brave and strong and simple, and seem full of nice qualities. They are very, very superstitious. In the first house where we stopped, when the woman who served us saw the scar on my forehead, she crossed herself and put out two fingers towards me, to keep off the evil eye. I believe they went to the trouble of putting an extra amount of garlic into our food, and I can't abide garlic. Ever since then I have taken care not to take off my hat or veil, and so have escaped their suspicions. We are travelling fast, and as we have no driver with us to carry tails, we go ahead of scandal. But I dare say that fear of the evil eye will follow hard behind us all the way. The professor seems tireless. All day he would not take any rest, though he made me sleep for a long spell. At sunset time he hypnotized me, and he says I aren't said as usual—darkness, lapping water, and creaking wood. So our enemy is still on the river. I am afraid to think of Jonathan, but somehow I have now no fear for him, or for myself. I write this whilst we wait in a farmhouse for the horses to be ready. Dr. Van Helsing is sleeping. Poor dear, he looks very tired and old and grey, but his mouth is set as firmly as a conqueror's. Even in his sleep he is intense with resolution. When we have well started I must make him rest whilst I drive. I shall tell him that we have days before us, and he must not break down when most of all his strength will be needed. All is ready. We are off shortly. Second November, morning. I was successful, and we took turns driving all night. Now the day is on us, bright though cold. There is a strange heaviness in the air. I say heaviness for want of a better word. I mean that it oppresses us both. It is very cold, and only our warm furs keep us comfortable. At dawn Van Helsing hypnotized me. He says I aren't said—darkness, creaking wood, and roaring water. So the river is changing as they ascend. I do hope that my darling will not run any chance of danger more than need be, but we are in God's hands. Second November, night. All day long driving. The country gets wilder as we go, and the great spurs of the Carpathians, which at Varesti seemed so far from us and so low on the horizon, now seemed to gather round us and tower in front. We both seem in good spirits. I think we make an effort each to cheer the other, in the doing so we cheer ourselves. Dr. Van Helsing says that by morning we shall reach the Borgo Pass. The house is a very few here now, and the professor says that the last horse we got will have to go on with us, as we may not be able to change. He got two in addition to the two we changed, so that now we have a rude fore in hand. The dear horses are patient and good, and they give us no trouble. We are not worried without the travellers, and so even I can drive. We shall get to the pass and daylight. We do not want to arrive before, so we take it easy, and have each long rest in turn. What will tomorrow bring to us? We go to seek the place where my poor darling suffered so much. God grant that we may be guided aright, and that he will deign to watch over my husband and those dear to us both, and who are in such deadly peril. Alas for me, I am not worthy in his sight. Alas, I am unclean to his eyes, and shall be until he may deign to let me stand forth in his sight as one of those who have not incurred his wrath. Memorandum by Abram Van Helsing 4 November This, to my old and true friend, John Seward, MD of Perfleet, London. In case I may not see him, it may explain. It is morning, and I write by a fire which all the night I have kept alive. My demeanor aiding me. It is cold, cold. So cold that the grey heavy sky is full of snow, which when it falls will settle for all winter as the ground is hardening to receive it. It seemed to have affected my demeanor. She has been so heavy of head all day that she was not like herself. She sleeps, and sleeps, and sleeps. She who is usual, so alert, have done literally nothing all the day. She even have lost her appetite. She make no entry into her little diary. She who writes so faithful at every pause. Something whispered to me that all is not well. However, tonight she is more vivid. Her long sleep all day may have refreshed and restore her. For now she is all sweet and bright as ever. At sunset I try to hypnotize her, but at last with no effect. The power has grown less and less with each day, and tonight it failed me all together. Well, God's will be done, whatever it may be, and whether so ever it may lead. Now to the historical. Whereas methamena, right not in her stenography, I must, in my cumbersome fashion, that so each day of us may not go unrecorded. We got to the burgo path, just after sunrise yesterday morning. When I saw the signs of the dawn, I got ready for the hypnotism. We stopped our carriage, and I got down so that there might be no disturbance. I made a couch with furs, and methamena lying down yield herself as usual, but more slow and more short time than ever to the hypnotic sleep. As before came the answer, darkness and the swirling of water. When she woke, bright and radiant, and we go on our way, and soon reach the pass. At this time and place, she become all on fire with zeal. Some new guiding power in her manifested, for she point to a road and say, this is the way. How you know it, I ask. Of course I know it, she answer, and with a pause add, have not my Jonathan travelled it, and rode of his travel? At first I think somewhat strange, but soon I see that there be only one such by-road. It is used but little, and very different from the coach road from the Bokovena to Bistritz, which is more wide and hard and more of use. So we came down this road. When we meet other ways, not always will we sure that they were roads at all, for they be neglect, and light snow have fallen, the horses know, and they only. I give rain to them, and they go on so patient. By and by we find all things which Jonathan have note in that wonderful diary of him. Then we go on for long, long hours and hours. At the first, I tell Madame Mina to sleep. She try and she succeed. She sleep all the time till at the last, I feel myself too suspicious grow, and attempt to wake her. She sleep on, and I may not wake her though I try. I do not wish to try too hard, lest I harm her, for I know that she have suffered much, and sleep at times be all in all to her. I think I drowse myself, for all of a sudden I feel guilt, as though I have done something. I find myself bolt up, with the reins in my hands, and the good horses go along jog jog, just as ever. I look down and find Madame Mina still asleep. It is now not far off sunset time, and over the snow the light of the sun flow in big yellow flood, so that we throw great long shadow on where the mountain rise so steep. For we are going up and up, and all is all so wild and rocky, as though it were the end of the world. Then I rouse Madame Mina. This time she wake with not much trouble, and then I try to put her to hypnotic sleep. But she sleep not, being as though I were not. Still, I try and try, till all at once I find her and myself in dark. So I look around and find that the sun have gone down. Madame Mina laugh, and I turn and look at her. She is now quite awake, and looks so well as I never saw her since that night at Carfax when she first entered the Count's house. I am amazed and not at ease then, but she is so bright and tender, and thoughtful for me that I forget all fear. I light a fire, for here brought supply of wood with us, and she prepare food, while I undo the horses and set them tethered in shelter to feed. Then when I return to the fire, she have my supper ready. I go to help her, but she smile and tell me she have eat already, that she was so hungry that she would not wait. I like it not, I have grave doubts, but I fear to affright her, so I am silent of it. She help me, and I eat alone, and then we wrap in fur and lie beside the fire, and I tell her to sleep while I watch. But presently I forget all of watching, and when I suddenly remember that I watch, I find her lying quiet, but awake, and looking at me with so bright eyes. Once, twice more the same occur, and I get much sleep till before morning. When I wake, I try to hypnotize her, but alas, though she shut her eyes obedient, she may not sleep. The sun rise up, and up, and up, and then sleep come to her too late, but so heavy that she will not wake. I have to lift her up, and place her sleeping in the carriage, when I have harnessed the horses and made all ready. Madam still sleep, and she look in her sleep more healthy and more redder than before, and I like it not. I am afraid, afraid, afraid. I am afraid of all things, even to think, but I must go on my way. The stake we play for is life and death, or more than these, and we must not flinch. 5 November morning. Let me be accurate in everything, for though you and I have seen some strange things together, you may at first think that I, Ben Helsing, am mad, that the many horrors and the so long strain on nerves has at last turned my brain. All yesterday we traveled, always getting closer to the mountains, and moving into a more and more wild and desert land. There are great frowning precipices and much falling water, and nature seemed to have held some time her carnival. Madam Mina still sleep and sleep, and though I did have hunger and appeased it, I could not awaken her, even for food. I began to fear that the fatal spell of the place was upon her, tainted as she is, with that vampire baptism. Well, I said to myself, if it be that she sleep all the day, it shall also be that I do not sleep at night. As we travel on the rough road, for a road of an ancient and imperfect kind there was, I held down my head and slept. Again, I waked with a sense of guilt and of time past, and found Madam Mina still sleeping. The sun low down, but all was indeed changed. The frowning mountains seemed further away, and we were near the top of a steep rising hill, on summit of which was such a castle as Jonathan Tell of in his diary. At once I exult and fear, for now, for good or ill, the end was near. I woke Madam Mina and tried again to hypnotize her, but alas, unavailing till too late. Then ere the great dark came upon us, for even after downed sun, the heavens reflected the gone sun on the snow, and all was for a time a great twilight. I took out the horses and fed them in what shelter I could. Then I make a fire. The deer, I make Madam Mina, now awake and more charming than ever, sit comfortable amid her rugs. I got ready food, but she would not eat, simply saying that she had not hunger. I did not press her, knowing her unavailingness. But I myself eat, for I must needs now be strong for all. Then with the fear on me of what might be, I drew a ring so big for her comfort, around where Madam Mina sat, and over the ring I passed some of the wafer, and I broke it fine so that all was well guarded. She sat still all the time, so still as one dead, and she grew whiter and even whiter, till the snow was not more pale, and no words she said. But when I drew near, she clung to me, and I could know that the poor soul shook her from head to feet with a tremor that was pain to feel. I said to her presently, when she had grown more quiet, will you not come over to the fire? For I wished to make test of what she could. She rose obedient, but when she had made a step she stopped, and stood as one stricken. Why not go on, I ask. She shook her head, and coming back, sat down in her place. Then looking at me with open eyes, as of one waked from sleep, she said simply, I cannot, and remained silent. I rejoiced, for I knew that what she could not, none of those that we dreaded, could. Though there might be danger to her body, her soul was safe. Presently the horses began to scream, and tore at her tethers, till I came to them and quieted them. When they did feel my hands on them, they weaned low as in joy, and licked at my hands, and were quiet for a time. Many times though, through the night, did I come to them, till it arrived to the cold hour when all nature is at its lowest, and every time my coming was with quiet of them, and in the cold hour the fire began to die, and I was about stepping forth to replenish it, for now the snow came in flying sweeps, and with it a chill mist. Even in the dark there was a light of some kind, as there ever is over snow, and it seemed as though the snow flurries and the reese of mist took shape as of women with trailing garments. All was in dead, grim silence, only that the horses we need encountered, as if in terror of the worst. I began to fear horrible fears, but then came to me the sense of safety in that ring where I stood. I began too to think that my imaginings were of the night and the gloom and the unrest that I have gone through, and all the terrible anxiety. It was as though my memories of all Jonathan's horrid experience were befooling me. For the snowflakes and the mist began to wheel and circle round, till I could get as though a shadowy glimpse of those women that would have kissed him. And then the horses cowered lower and moaned in terror as men do in pain. Even the madness of fright was not to them, so that they could break away. I fear for my dear Madam Mina when these weird figures drew near and circled around. I looked at her, but she sat calm and smiled at me. When I would have stepped to the fire to replenish it, she caught me and held me back, and whispered, like a voice that one hears in a dream, so low it was. No, no, do not go without. Here you are safe. I turned to her, and looking into her eyes said, but you, it is for you that I fear. Where at she laughed, a laugh low and unreal, and said, fear for me? Why fear for me? None safer in all the world from them than I am. And as I wonder at the meaning of her words, a puff of wind make the flame leap up, and I see the red scar on her forehead. Then alas, I knew. Did I not, I would soon have learned for the wheeling figures of mist and snow came closer, but keeping ever without the holy circle. Then they began to materialize till if God have not taken away my reason, for I saw it through my eyes. There were before me in actual flesh the same three women that Jonathan saw in the room, when they would have kissed his throat. I knew the swaying round forms, the bright hard eyes, the white teeth, the ruddy color, the voluptuous lips. They smiled ever at poor Mademina, and as their laugh came through the silence of the night, they twined their arms and pointed to her, and said in those so sweet tingling tones that Jonathan said were of the intolerable sweetness of the water glasses, come sister, come to us, come. In fear I turned to my poor Mademina, and my heart with gladness leapt like flame, for all the terror in her sweet eyes, the repulsion, the horror told a story to my heart that was all of hope. God be thanked, she was not yet of them. I seized some of the firewood which was by me, and holding out some of the wafer, advanced on them towards the fire. They drew back before me, and left their low horrid laugh. I fed the fire, and feared them not, for I knew that we were safe within the ring, which she could not leave no more than they could enter. The horses had ceased to moan and lay still on the ground. The snow fell on them softly, and they grew whiter. I knew that there was for the poor beast no more of terror. And so we remained till the rate of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of war and terror, but when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon, life was to me again. At the first coming of the dawn the horrid figures melted in the whirling mist and snow. The reese of transparent gloom moved away towards the castle, and were lost. Instinctively, with the dawn coming, I turned to Madame Mina, intending to hypnotise her, but she lay in a deep and sudden sleep, from which I could not wake her. I tried to hypnotise her, but she made no response, none at all, and the day broke. I fear yet to stir. I have made my fire and have seen the horses. They are all dead. Today I have much to do here, and I keep waiting till the sun is up high, for there may be places where I must go, where that sunlight, though snow and mist obscure it, will be to me a safety. I will strengthen me with breakfast, and then I will do my terrible work. Madame Mina still sleeps, and God be thanked. She is calm in her sleep. Jonathan Harker's Journal 4 November, evening. The accident to the launch has been a terrible thing for us. Only for it we should have overtaken the boat long ago, and by now my dear Mina would have been free. I fear to think of her, off on the worlds near that horrid place. We have got horses and we follow on the track. I note this whilst Godelming is getting ready. We have our arms. The Sigani must look out if they mean to fight. Oh, if only Morris and Seward were with us. We must only hope. If I write no more, goodbye Mina. God bless and keep you. Dr. Seward's Diary 5 November With the dawn we saw the body of Sigani before us, dashing away from the river with their litre-wagon. They surrounded it in a cluster, and hurried along as though beset. The snow is falling lightly, and there is a strange excitement in the air. It may be our own feelings, but the depression is strange. Far off I hear the howling of wolves. The snow brings them down from the mountains, and there are dangers to all of us and from all sides. The horses are nearly ready, and we are soon off. We ride to death of someone. God alone knows who, or where, or what, or when, or how it may be. Dr. Van Helsing's Memorandum 5 November Afternoon I am at least sane. Thank God for that mercy at all events, though the proving has been dreadful. When I left Madame Mina sleeping within the Holy Circle, I took my way to the castle. The blacksmith hammer which I took in the carriage from Biafati was useful. Though the doors were all open, I broke them off the rusty hinges, lest some ill intent or ill chance should close them, so that, being entered, I might not get out. Jonathan's bitter experience served me here. By memory of his diary I found my way to the old chapel, for I knew that here my work lay. The air was oppressive. It seemed as if there was some sulfurous fume, which at times made me dizzy. Either there was a roaring in my ears, or I heard far off the howl of wolves, then I bethought me of my dear Madame Mina, and I was in terrible plight. The dilemma had me between his horns. Her I had not dare to take into this place, but left safe from the vampire in that Holy Circle, and yet even there would be the wolf. I resolved me that my work lay here, and that as to the wolves we must submit, if it were God's will. At any rate it was only death and freedom beyond, so I did choose for her. Had it been but for myself, the choice had been easy. The more of the wolf were better to rest in than the grave of the vampire. So I make my choice, and go on with my work. I knew that there were at least three graves to find, graves that are in habit. So I search and search, and I find one of them. She lay in her vampire sleep, so full of life, and voluptuous beauty that I shudder as though I have come to do murder. Ah, I doubt not that in old time, when such things were, many a man who set forth to do such a task as mine, found at the last his heart fear him, and then his nerve. So he delay and delay and delay, till the mere beauty and the fascination of the wanton undead have hypnotized him, and he remain on and on till sunset come, and the vampire sleep be over. Then the beautiful eyes of the fair woman open, and look love, and the voluptuous mouth present to a kiss, and the man is weak, and there remain one more victim in the vampire fold, one more to swell the grim and grisly ranks of the undead. There is some fascination surely, when I am moved by the mere presence of such an one. Even lying as she lay in a tomb fettered with age and heavy with dust of centuries, though there be that hoarded odor, such as the layers of the count have had. Yes, I was moved, I been healthy, with all my purpose and with my motive for hate. I was moved to a yearning for delay, which seemed to paralyze my faculties, and to clog my very soul. It may have been that the need of natural sleep and the strange oppression of the air were beginning to overcome me. Certain it was that I was lapsing into sleep, the open-eyed sleep of one who yields to a sweet fascination. When there came through the snow-stealed air a long, low whale, so full of war and pity, that it woke me like the sound of a clarion, for it was the voice of my dear Madam Mina that I heard. Then I braced myself again to my horrid task, and found by wrenching away tomb-tops one other of the sisters, the other dark one. I did not pause to look on her as I had on her sister, lest once more I should begin to be enthralled. But I go on searching until presently I find, in a high great tomb, as if made to one much beloved, that other fair sister, which, like Jonathan, I had seen to gather herself out of the atoms of the mist. She was so fair to look on, so radiantly beautiful, so exquisitely voluptuous, that the very instinct of man in me, which calls some of my sex to love and to protect one of hers, made my head whirl with no emotion, but God be thanked that sole whale of my dear Madam Mina had not died out of my ears, and before the spell could be wrought further upon me, I had nirved myself to my wild work. By this time I had searched all the tombs in the chapel, so far as I could tell, and as there had been only three of these undead phantoms around us in the night, I took it that there were no more of active undead existent. There was one great tomb more lordly than the rest, huge it was, and nobly proportioned. On it was but one word. Dracula. This then was the undead home of the king vampire, to whom so many more would do. Its emptiness spoke eloquent to make certain what I knew. Before I began to restore these women to their dead selves through my awful work, I laid in Dracula's tomb some of the wafer, and so banished him from it undead forever. Then began my terrible task and I dreaded it. Had it been but one, it had been easy comparative, but three to begin twice more after I had been through a deed of horror, for it was terrible with the sweet Miss Lucy. What would it not be with the strange ones who had survived through centuries, and who had been strengthened by the passing of the years? Who would, if they could, have fought for their foul lives? Oh, my friend John, but it was but your work. Had I not been nerved by my thoughts of other dead and of the living over whom hung such a pall of fear, I could not have gone on. I trembled and trembled even yet, though till all was over, God be thanked, my nerve did stand. Had I not seen the repose in the first place, and the gladness that stole over it, just ere the final disillusion came, as realisation that the soul had been won, I could not have gone further with my butchery. I could not have endured the horrid screeching as the steak drove home, the plunging of writhing form, the lips of bloody foam, I should have fled in tear and left my work undone, but it is over, and the poor souls I can pity them now and weep, as I think of them placid each in their full sleep of death for a short moment air fading. Four, friend John, hardly had my knife severed the head of each before the whole body began to melt away and crumble into its native dust, as though the death that should have come centuries ago had at last asserted himself and say it once and loud, I am here. Before I left the castle I saw fixed its entrances that nevermore can the Count enter there undead. When I stepped into the circle where Madam Mina slept she woke from her sleep and seeing me cried out in pain that I had endured too much. Come, she said, come away from this awful place, let us go to meet my husband who is, I know, coming towards us. She was looking thin and pale and weak, but her eyes were pure and glowed with fervour. I was glad to see her paleness and her illness for my mind was full of the fresh choral of that ruddy vampire sleep. And so with trust and hope and yet full of fear we go eastward to meet our friends and him whom Madam Mina tell me that she know are coming to meet us. Mina Harker's Journal. 6th November. It was late in the afternoon when the professor and I took our way towards the east whence I knew Jonathan was coming. We did not go fast, though the way was steeply downhill, for we had to take heavy rugs and wraps with us. We dared not face the possibility of being left without warmth in the cold and the snow. We had to take some of our provisions too, for we were in a perfect desolation and so far as we could see through the snowfall there was not even the sign of habitation. When we had gone about a mile I was tired with the heavy walking and sat down to rest. Then we looked back and saw where the clear line of Dracula's castle cut to the sky. For we were so deep under the hill where on it was set that the angle of perspective of the Carpathian mountains was far below it. We saw it in all its grandeur, perched a thousand feet on the summit of a sheer precipice and with seemingly a great gap between it and the steep of the adjacent mountain on any side. There was something wild and uncanny about the place. We could hear the distant howling of wolves. They were far off, but the sound, even though coming muffled through the deadening snowfall, was full of terror. I knew from the way Dr. Van Helsing was searching about that he was trying to seek some strategic point where we would be less exposed in case of attack. The rough roadway still led downwards. We could trace it through the drifted snow. In a little while the professor signalled to me, so I got up and joined him. He had found a wonderful spot, a sort of natural hollow in a rock with an entrance like a doorway between two boulders. He took me by the hand and drew me in. See! he said. Here you will be in shelter, and if the wolves do come I can meet them one by one. He brought in our furs and got out some provisions and forced them upon me. But I could not eat. To even try to do so was repulsive to me, and much as I would have liked to please him I could not bring myself to the attempt. He looked very sad, but did not reproach me. Taking his field-glasses from the case he stood on the top of the rock and began to search the horizon. Suddenly he called out, Look! Madame Mina, look! Look! I sprang up and stood beside him on the rock. The glass isn't pointed. The snow was now falling more heavily and swelled about fiercely, for a high wind was beginning to blow. However, there were times when there were pauses between the snow flurries, and I could see a long way round. From the height where we were it was possible to see a great distance, and far off beyond the white waste of snow I could see the river lying like a black ribbon in kinks and curls as it wound its way. Straight in front of us and not far off, in fact so near that I wondered what noticed before, came a group of mounted men hurrying along. In the midst of them was a cart, a long, lighter wagon which swept from side to side, like a dog's tail wagging with each stern inequality of the road. Outlined against the snow as they were, I could see from the men's clothes that they were peasants or gypsies of some kind. On the cart was a great square chest. My heart leapt as I saw it, for I could feel that the end was coming. The evening was now drawing close, and well I knew that the snow was drawing close, and well I knew that it sunset the thing which was till then imprisoned there would take new freedom, and could in any of the many forms allude pursuit. In fear I turned to the professor. To my consternation, however, he was not there. An instant later I saw him below me. Round the rock he had drawn a circle such as we had found shelter in last night. When he had completed it he stood beside me again saying, at least here you shall be safe from him. He took the glasses from me, and at the next lull of the snow swept the whole space below us. See, he said, they come quickly, they are flogging the horses, and galloping as hard as they can. He paused, and went on in a hollow voice. They are racing for the sunset. We may be too late. God's will be done. Down came another blinding rush of driving snow, and the whole landscape was blotted out. It soon passed, however, and once more his glasses were fixed on the plane. Then came a sudden cry. Look, look, look! See, two horsemen follow fast coming up from the south. They must be Quincy and John. Take the glass, look before the snow blotted all out. I took it and looked. The two men might be Dr. Seward and Mr. Morris. I knew at all events that neither of them was Jonathan. At the same time I knew that Jonathan was not far off. Looking around I saw on the north side of the coming party two other men, with a breakneck speed. One of them I knew was Jonathan, and the other I took, of course, to be Lord Godelming. They, too, were pursuing the party with the cart. When I told the professor, he shouted in glee like a schoolboy, and after looking intently till a snowfall made sight impossible, he laid his winches to rifle ready for use against the boulder at the opening of our shelter. They are all converging, he said, when the time comes we shall have gypsies on all sides. I got out my revolver ready to hand, and, speaking, the howling of wolves came louder and closer. When the snow storm abated a moment we looked again, it was strange to see the snow falling in such heavy flakes close to us, and beyond, the sun shining more and more brightly as it sank down towards the far mountaintops. Sweeping the glass all around us, I could see here and there dots moving singly, and in twos and threes in larger numbers the wolves were gathering for their prey. Every instant seemed in age whilst we waited. The wind came now in fierce bursts, and the snow was driven with fury as it swept upon us encircling eddies. At times we could not see an arm's length before us, but at others, as the hollow-sounding wind swept by us, it seemed to clear the airspace around us so that we could see afar off. We had, of late, been so accustomed to watch for sunrise and sunset, that we knew with their accuracy when it would be, and we knew that before long the sun would set. It was hard to believe that by our watches it was less than an hour that we waited in that rocky shelter before the various bodies began to converge close upon us. The wind came now with fiercer and more bitter sweeps, and more steadily from the north. It seemingly had driven the snow clouds from us, for with only occasional bursts the snow fell. We could distinguish clearly the individuals of each party, the pursued, and the pursuers. Strangely enough, those pursued did not seem to realize, or at least to care, that they were pursued. They seemed, however, to hasten with redoubled speed as the sun dropped lower and lower on the mountaintops. Closer and closer they drew, the professor and I crouched down behind our rock, and held our weapons ready. I could see that he was determined that they should not pass. One and all were quite unaware of our presence. All at once two voices shouted out to HALT! One was my Jonathan's, raised in a high key of passion. A strong, resolute tone of quiet command. The gypsies may not have known the language, but there was no mistaking the tone in whatever tongue the words were spoken. Instinctively they reigned in, and at the instant Lord Goddelming and Jonathan dashed up at one side and Dr. Seward and Mr. Morris on the other. The leader of the gypsies, a splendid-looking fellow who sat his horse like a centaur, waved them back, and in a fierce voice gave to his companion some word to proceed. They lashed the horses which sprang forward. But the four men raised their Winchester rifles, and in an unmistakable way commanded them to stop. At the same moment Dr. Van Helsing and I rose behind the rock and pointed our weapons at them. Seeing that they were surrounded, the men tightened their reins and drew up. The leader turned to them and gave a word at which every man of the gypsy party drew a weapon he carried, knife or pistol, and held himself in readiness to attack. Issue was joined in an instant. The leader, with a quick movement of his reign, threw his horse out in front and pointed first to the sun, now close down on the hill-tops, and then to the castle, said something which I did not understand. For answer, all four men of our party threw themselves from their horses and dashed towards the cart. I should have felt terrible fear at seeing Jonathan in such danger, but that the ardoury battle must have been upon me as well as upon the rest of them. I felt no fear, but only a wild seeing the quick movement of our parties, the leader of the gypsies gave a command. His men instantly formed round the cart in a sort of undisciplined endeavour, each one shouldering and pushing the other in his eagerness to carry out the order. In the midst of this, I could see that Jonathan on one side of the ring of men and Quincy on the other were forcing away to the cart. It was evident that they were bent on finishing their task before the sun should set. Nothing seemed to stop or even to hinder them, neither the levelled weapons nor the flashing knives of the gypsies in front nor the howling of the wolves behind appeared to even attract their attention. Jonathan's impetuosity and the manifest singleness of his purpose seemed to overall those in front of him. Instinctively they cowered aside and let him pass. In an instant he had jumped upon the cart and with a strength which seemed incredible raised the great box and flung it over the wheel to the ground. In the meantime, Mr. Morris had had to use force to pass through his side of the ring of men. I had seen him pressing desperately forward and had seen the knives of the gypsies flash as he won away through them and they cut at him. He had parried with his great bowie knife and at first I thought that he too had come through in safety. But as he sprang beside Jonathan who had by now jumped from the cart I could see that with his left hand he was clutching at his side and that the blood was spurting through his fingers. He did not delay notwithstanding this for as Jonathan with desperate energy attacked one end of the chest attempting to prize off the lid with his great cookery knife he tapped the other frantically with his bowie. Under the efforts of both men the lid began to yield the nails drew with a screeching sound and the top of the box was thrown back. By this time the gypsies seeing themselves covered by the winchisters and at the mercy of Lord Godelming and Dr. Seward had given in and made no further resistance. The sun was almost down on the mountain tops and the shadows of the whole group fell upon the snow. I saw the count lying within the box upon the earth some of which the rude falling from the cart had scattered over him. He was deathly pale just like a waxen image and the red eyes glared with the horrible vindictive look which I knew so well. As I looked the eyes saw the sinking sun and the look of hate in them turned to triumph. But on the instant came the sweep and flash of Jonathan's great knife I shrieked as I saw its shear through the throat whilst at the same moment Mr. Morris's bowy knife plunged into the heart. It was like a miracle but before our very eyes and almost in the drawing of a breath the whole body crumbled into dust and passed from our sight. I shall be a glad as long as I live that even in that moment of final dissolution there was in the face a look of peace such as I never could have imagined might have rested there. The castle of Dracula now stood out against the red sky and every stone of its broken battlements was articulated against the light of the setting sun. The gypsies, taking us as in some way the cause of the extraordinary disappearance of the dead man, turned without a word and rode away as if for their lives. Those who were unmounted jumped upon the lighter wagon and shouted to the horsemen not to desert them. The wolves, which had withdrawn to a safe distance, followed in their wake leaving us alone. Mr. Morris, who had sunk to the ground, leaned on his elbow, holding his hand pressed to his side. The blood still gushed through his fingers. I flew to him, for the Holy Circle did not now keep me back. So did the two doctors. Jonathan knelt behind him and the wounded man laid back his head on his shoulder. With a sigh he took with a feeble effort my hand in that of his own which was unstained. He must have seen the anguish of my heart in his face, for he smiled at me and said, I am only too happy to have been a service. Oh, God! he cried suddenly, struggling to a sitting posture and pointing to me. It was worth for this to die. Look, look! The sun was now right down upon the mountaintop and the red gleams fell upon my face so that it was bathed in rosy light. With one impulse the men sank on their knees and a deep and earnest amen broke from all as their eyes followed the pointing of his finger. The dying man spoke. Now, God, be thanked that all has not been in vain. See! the snow is not more stainless in her forehead. The curse has passed away. And to our bitter grief with a smile and in silence he died a gallant gentleman. Note Seven years ago we all went through the flames and the happiness of some of us since then is, we think well worth the pain we endured. It is an added joy to Mina and to me that our boy's birthday is the same day as that on which Quincy Morris died. His mother holds, I know, the secret belief that some of our brave friend's spirit has passed into him. His bundle of names links all our little band of men together. But we call him Quincy. In the summer of this year we made a journey to Transylvania and went over the old ground which was and is to us so full of vivid and terrible memories. It was almost impossible to believe that the things which we had seen with our own eyes and heard with our own ears were living truths. Each trace of all that had been was blotted out. The castle stood as before reared high above a waste of desolation. When we got home we were talking of the old time, which we could all look back on without despair for Godelming and Seward are both happily married. I took the papers from the safe where they had been ever since our return so long ago. We were struck with the fact that in all the massive material of which the record was composed there is hardly one authentic document. Nothing but a massive type writing except the later notebooks of Mina and Seward and myself and Van Helsing's Memorandum. We could hardly ask anyone even did we wish to to accept these as proofs of so while the story. Van Helsing summed it all up as he said with our boy on his knee. We want no proofs. We ask none to believe us. This boy will someday know what a brave and gallant woman his mother is. Already he knows her sweetness and loving care. Later on he will understand how some men so loved her that they did dare much for her sake. Jonathan Harker I'm Stoker.