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The Street Before Anyone Sees Me!he Began To Crawl
The Street Before Anyone Sees Me!he Began To Crawl
The Street Before Anyone Sees Me!he Began To Crawl
CHAPTER 1
~~1661~~
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some books. His clothes had been reduced to rags, with the
exposure he endured over the first few months and his
failed suicide attempts. It felt strange to have such
luxurious fabrics on his cold dead skin, but the sensation
was far more intense than he had ever realized as a mortal.
Clothing had been about utility, not comfort, in his former
life.
The books he found were all written by Greek
philosophers. He had spent a little time translating the
classics in boarding school in his Greek class, but reading
them again from an entirely different perspective
immediately intrigued him. He read them over and over,
even after he had memorized each page.
The weapons he put to immediate use for hunting,
but not for himself. He used his superior sight and reflexes
to kill foxes, deer, and wolves, and he sold the meat and
pelts. He had found a way to make a good living, with
minimal human contact.
Carlisle was in a hurry to leave the market because he did
not like stay among the humans any longer than he had to. But a
man on a horse arrived at the crossroads and stopped behind
him.
“Good evening, sir. I can see you are leaving, but I
must trouble you for one of your warm pelts, I’m afraid I
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may be ill before I reach my destination.”
Carlisle could smell his general good health, and he
guessed that he must be past his prime, but younger than
his father, probably in his forties. Carlisle could hear his
wealth with the rubbing of fine fabrics. But as he turned to
look at the man the first thing that caught his eye was the
tied stacks of books hanging from his saddlebag.
The man followed Carlisle’s gaze and smiled.
“You have an eye for reading, sir?”
Carlisle nodded. “I had an aptitude for science and
religion in school. My studies were forgotten for years,
until recently.”
The man had not really expected such a response,
and now looked more closely at Carlisle. Carlisle instantly
shrank from the man’s gaze and began to untie some of the
furs he had just put away.
The man frowned. “You are a learned man, I can
see it. But something dreadful has happened. Where is
your family? Your home?”
Carlisle’s instincts were reawakening; this human
was taking too much of an interest in him, and it was
enticing his senses. “I have none, sir.”
The man leaned a little closer, and Carlisle had to
stop breathing to prevent the scent of blood from
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overwhelming him. “Are you a Catholic?” the man said
quietly and sympathetically.
Carlisle did not answer. The man took this as
something of a confirmation. “My mother’s sister married
into a Catholic family. They were killed and their lands
taken. I will presume for the moment that is what has
happened to you, sir, for I can see you do not wish to
discuss it.” He walked over to his horse, and Carlisle took
the opportunity to relax his face a little. The man returned
with three books. “I hope you will accept this as payment
for that fine wolf’s skin.” He indicated the deep black fur
on the top of Carlisle’s collection.
Carlisle was taken aback by the generosity and
shook his head. “You must know I cannot accept more
than one book in payment, sir.”
The man smiled. “Your honesty has proven my
instinct about you, sir. My name is Thomas Hawthorne. I
am a professor of physic, and I am to teach at Trinity
College in Cambridge.” He smiled broadly when he saw
that Carlisle recognized the college and suddenly
appreciated to whom he was speaking.
“I had considered applying, but at the time, it
seemed God had other plans for me.” Carlisle frowned as
he spoke.
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Hawthorne was intrigued. “And what was your
intended field of study?” he asked eagerly.
Carlisle shrugged. “I… don’t remember.”
Carlisle’s brows knit as he searched his memory, but the
desire was long gone from his human mind, and now had
completely faded as his entire existence had become
focused on surviving.
Hawthorne watched the young man struggling
internally and he felt a great swell of sympathy for him. He
held out all three books to Carlisle and waited until Carlisle
took them. Carlisle handed Hawthorne the wolf skin,
which Hawthorne threw over his shoulders.
“I can see you are still young, and you have likely
had a hard start to your life or lost a legacy that was due to
you. But your thirst for knowledge is a rare thing. If you
ever find you have sufficient curiosity, I will make certain
we find you the means to study.” Hawthorne bowed
slightly to Carlisle.
Carlisle bowed back, and watched with wonder as
Hawthorne rode away. Carlisle looked down at the books:
Galen, Hippocrates, and Fuchs. Carlisle opened Galen: On
the Natural Faculties.