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Saberhagen, Fred - [Dracula 05] Dominion

-812-50855-6-00395-

"780812"508550"

TOR

HORROR

A TOM DOHERTY ASSOCIATES BOOK NEW YORK

This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional, and any

resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental.

DOMINION

A Tor Book

Published by Tom Doherty Associates, Inc.

West 24th Street

New York, N.Y.

Cover art by Glenn Hastings

ISBN: 0-812-50855-

First printing: June

Printed in the United States of America

DOMINION

Fred Saberhagen

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Saberhagen, Fred - [Dracula 05] Dominion 
Table of Contents
●     Prologue
●     Chapter  1
●     Chapter  2
●     Chapter  3
●     Chapter  4
●     Chapter  5
●     Chapter  6
●     Chapter  7
●     Chapter  8
●     Chapter  9
●     Chapter 10
●     Chapter 11
●     Chapter 12
●     Chapter 13
●     Chapter 14
●     Chapter 15
●     Chapter 16
●     Chapter 17
●     Chapter 18
●     Chapter 19
●     Chapter 20
●     Chapter 21
●     Chapter 22
●     Chapter 23
●     Chapter 24
●     Chapter 25
●     Chapter 26
●     Chapter 27
●     Chapter 28
PROLOGUE
All yesterday's dead men, and the dead horses too, were slowly becoming visible in the predawn light that 
came staining slowly across the field. Instead of blackness, the sky was the color of nothingness now. The 
leader realized that he hadn't slept all, hadn't even taken off his armor. No matter; his next sleep was likely 
to be long enough.
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Out of the mist on his right a figure materialized, and he turned to face it, donning out of habit a leader's

confident smile.

"When'll we fight again, sir?" the man asked after a silent pause. A useless question, of course. But

something to say.

"As soon as the sun's well up." A useless, unnecessary answer, too, though in his practiced leader's voice

it sounded like some decision that he'd just confidently taken.

"There's a many of 'em, sir." Through the opaque grayness that still hid the enemy camp, some hint of

their numbers could now be heard in morning stirrings.

"Aye, and few of us." Thank all the gods, he had no need to make a rousing speech now. He and the men

who still remained with him were past all that. Any who were not bedrock firm in loyalty had long since

gone. He'd say a few words of thanks to them, if he was given the chance. "Go rouse the men. It won't be

long now. Stay--see that the wounded are all armed. We can retreat no farther, with the lake behind us,

and none will choose to be taken prisoner, I think. Not by Comorr, and Falerin, and… and then bring up

my horse."

"Aye, sir."

Now, for a little while, the leader stood once more alone. His own wound, he thanked the gods, was in his

left arm and not his right. He'd still be able to use his sword to good effect when the time came. Soon

now, probably no time for even a speech of thanks. No speeches and no agonizing over plans. Planning,

along with hope, had vanished sometime yesterday. No, days ago, when the man who was his true right

arm had… gone away.

No, he thought again. Months before that, really. There had been no real hope since that same man had

been disabled, since--as he'd put it himself--the great stone had come down upon him.

Over there beyond the mist, across the field, men were shouting, taunting, laughing confidently. They

knew he hadn't managed to get the remnant of his army away during the night. Their own skilled

magicians had seen to that. Now they were already mounting horses over there, ready to begin what

would be a slow, confident advance.

That great, damned stone, months past, had crushed all hope. Now the leader had nothing to do but wait…

ONE

The dead man centered in the pearly glow of the two portable spotlights sat slumped against an interior

angle of the wall behind him, as if he had got his back against those dingy bricks, and had then died

fighting. This minor peculiarity of position aside, the scene really held nothing out of the ordinary, Joe

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Keogh thought. Not for a blind turn in a dark alley off this particular street in this particular neighborhood

of Chicago. So far, Joe was not impressed. In his current assignment, the Pawn Shop Detail, corpses were

no part of his day to day routine; still, in a dozen years with the CPD, he had seen violent death more than

a few times, and in a variety of forms.

"I don't know 'im," Joe now repeated patiently. He was standing with hands on hips as he continued to

gaze at the victim's waxen, gray-stubbled face.

It was the beginning of a warm night in June, and Joe was wearing his suit coat open, shoulder holster

barely out of sight. Up and down the alley air conditioners and exhaust fans howled softly or whined

shrilly behind grilled windows, gasping a mixture of smells out into the city twilight: incongruous

innocent pizza, the fumes of stale beer, and who knew what else besides. In some room behind some

section of these ageless bricks some instruments were maintaining a steady, muted pounding that to

someone must be music. Another sound just offstage somewhere, this one evidently passing for laughter,

kept phasing in and out of audibility. There was, as everywhere and anytime in the city, background

traffic noise.

"Is that what you wanted to know?" Joe inquired, when Charley Snider still didn't answer him. "Or am I

here for something else?"

Snider, Lieutenant of Homicide, was occupied at the moment with lighting a cigarette. Match flame

glinted orange on his dark black face, pale on the pink of his cupped palms. There were a couple of

patrolmen in the alley also, one standing just on either side of the bright circle cast by the lamps that had

been brought in to help with the photography.

"There's no blood, you see," Snider commented at last, words modulating a long puff of smoke. He threw

the match down carelessly; nobody was going to crawl around on the floor of this alley on hands and

knees, trying to figure out what brand of match the killers might have dropped. Charley was a big man,

now going a little bit to gut and jowls, but having in reserve a lot more speed, mental as well as physical,

than showed on the surface.

"No blood," Joe repeated, after a short delay. His own reaction must have sounded slow, but deep inside

him something had been very quickly triggered. Memories, no more than a few years old, but with an

ancient feeling to them. Now it begins again…

"His throat's been cut, you see," Charley informed him. "I think it opened the jugular, the carotid artery,

the whole shmear. The M.E. just got through commenting on what a neat surgical job."

The expressionless, ageless countenance of the dead man certainly did look paler than most faces Joe had

seen, but he had thought that might be only an effect of the lights. Now he bent closer, trying for a better

look at the throat. The head of the victim had sagged forward, but now Joe could make out the wide

wound compressed under the gray-stubbled chin.

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On the shabby shirt collar, just one blood spot was visible, of a size that might have resulted from a nick

while shaving.

Standing just behind Joe, Charley Snider cleared his throat. "See, the uniformed people who were first on

the scene didn't just call for a meatwagon and load 'im in. They looked him over a little first, and what

they saw struck 'em as odd." Charley paused. "I been alerting some of the uniformed people around here

on what to look for."

"Oh. So there've been more like this?"

"Three or four. I think enough to make a pattern. The people downtown don't agree with me, not yet

anyway. They say people are always getting cut up, there're always stiffs in alleys. Well, shit, I know that.

They can't see the pattern. I can see it, though."

Joe had only briefly removed his gaze from the body, and now he was again studying it intently. "What

sort of pattern? No blood spilled around--what else?"

"Some of 'em, I got to admit, showed a little more blood than this man does. But not the amount there

should be. And there's always multiple wounds, including the cut throat, made with something very sharp.

All derelicts, like this guy.

When I mention the lack of blood to the M.E.'s people, they scratch their heads and say yeah I guess

you're right. Nobody wants to see the pattern, though. Nobody wants to see a bunch of Skid Row stiffs

starting to make the news media, especially when they's no suspects in sight."

Joe shifted his lithe frame forward a little, now squatting close beside the corpse. "Okay if I touch?"

"Okay." Charley's voice was neutral, waiting.

The clothes, Joe thought, were just about what you would expect to find on a stiff lying in this alley--old,

mismatched, ragged. Maybe they were a little cleaner than you would have expected--or maybe, again,

that appearance was due to the purity of the light. Despite the evident violence of the victim's taking off,

he did not appear to have fouled himself from bowels or bladder. The smell of cheap wine came from the

body, as seemed only appropriate. But, Joe noted, the smell was of wine only. Absent was the usual

inimitable death-on-Skid-Row blend of wine and old sweat and helpless excretions and defeat, as if

someone had accidentally left open a nearby door that led down to some anteroom of hell.

Earlier Joe had noted without surprise that there were a number of small holes in the victim's shirt and

trousers both. Now he discovered that through a number of these holes he could see wounds: small sharp

cuts, red and raw but almost bloodless.

Joe sat back on his heels, puffing out his breath. That a man should have been killed in this alley was

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