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Demon Hunter 4: Bloodline
An Urban Fantasy Harem Adventure
The search sends them into the dark history of the California
missions and the Spanish exploration of the West Coast. Yet
Tamiel’s legacy – and power – are shrouded in mystery, a
mystery that may be tied up in Jimmy’s origins and those of
his harem.
We reconvened outside.
“Who do we get to endorse this?” Morrigan asked. “I mean,
since it has nothing to do with your classes.”
“That’s a good question,” I responded. Dr. Vicenza, my
advisor, would want to know what I was up to here. There was
no way I could see to tie this to my Chemical Engineering
research, which was focused on fractional distillation, the
process by which chemical mixtures like crude oil were
separated out into their component parts.
“Could one of you get someone to do it?” I asked.
“I don’t have any history classes or anything like that this
semester,” Morrigan replied.
“Me neither,” Hayley said.
MJ just shrugged.
“She doesn’t even go here,” Morrigan said, grinning. Hayley
let out a laugh, and MJ smirked at her.
“Let me think,” I said. “There has to be something.”
Charlotte rejoined us from under a bush, and we walked
around to the lawn out front. It was a gorgeous spring day, and
I felt like just lying down on the grass. The girls settled in
around me. There were a few other kids out there or walking
around. As it was Sunday, the students were mostly coming or
going to the library.
Hayley propped herself on her elbow and began scratching
Charlotte’s ears. “Do you guys ever think how weird this thing
we have is? Whenever I see other people together, I can’t help
thinking what it was like before I met Jimmy.”
“It was really fucking boring,” Morrigan said. She lifted her
arm and stroked Echidna’s head with her fingers.
“Compared to this, yeah it was,” MJ said, staring up at the sky.
Hayley laughed. “I mean, yeah, but I wasn’t looking over my
shoulder at an army of evil spirits either.”
“My life was somewhat eventful,” Katarina said, provoking
more laughter. “But I am grateful for having all of you in it.”
Morrigan sat up a little. “It’s definitely been—” Her voice cut
off so sharply that I glanced over at her. She was staring, jaw
agape, at the fountain in the center of the lawn.
“What is it?” I asked.
“There’s an enchantment on the fountain,” she said softly.
“What?” Hayley gasped.
The rest of us followed her gaze. I wasn’t wearing my ring. I
didn’t like wearing it all the time because it was big and heavy
and consequently often interfered with my CE labs.
“What do you see?” I asked.
“You never noticed it before?” Hayley asked.
“I have to be pretty close to things, and focusing on them,”
Morrigan said. “I guess I haven’t been this close to the
fountain since I got Echidna.” She took a couple of rapid
breaths. “Whatever it is, it’s strong.”
We got up and walked over to it. According to school lore, the
fountain was designed by Rutherford Huntington’s wife before
she was shut up in an insane asylum. From a distance, it
looked like a bunch of cherubs offering up a set of books to
the library. But when you got closer, you realized that there
was something off about the cherubs, which had bat wings
instead of feathers and eyes that were strangely dark and
empty.
The books, meanwhile, had titles in some language that no one
had ever been able to decipher. The longstanding consensus
was that someone – Mrs. Huntington or the sculptor – had just
made up a fake alphabet. As a result, a traditional prank played
on incoming freshmen was telling them the sculpture
contained a secret code. Early every fall semester, you could
often find younger students around the fountain studying the
titles on the books and taking notes.
“What do you see?” I asked Morrigan again.
“Just the enchantment. I can’t make anything out of it.”
“Could there be something to those books after all?” Hayley
asked.
“I don’t know,” Morrigan replied. “It all looks the same.”
We sat down on the grass just outside the circle around the
fountain. Morrigan put her elbows on her knees and stared at
the sculpture for a minute or two.
“I’m sorry,” she said finally. “I see it. It’s strong. I can’t tell
anything else about it.”
“You should get your ring,” MJ said to me. “See if you can tell
something.”
“It’s back at the condo.”
With nothing else to do, we walked back home. On the way
across the street, we passed a homeless woman standing by the
streetlight on the corner, digging through her shopping cart. I
realized it was the same woman who had yelled at me and
Morrigan a few weeks ago.
When she saw us, she looked up at me.
“Are you the one?” she asked. “You can’t have it. You have to
stop.”
I ignored her, not wanting to be yelled at again. I saw
Morrigan glancing at her briefly, but the others just walked
past. There were a fair number of homeless people around
campus, and after a while you just learned not to engage with
them.
When we got back home, I got the ring out of my dresser
where I kept it and put it on. It was a heavy gold band
engraved with an array of symbols all around its
circumference. I knew enough now to read the engravings and
identify the divination spells that had been enchanted into it.
When I put it on, I saw the enchantments on my staff, which
was leaning against the wall in the corner of the bedroom, as
well as the familiar bond between Morrigan and Echidna.
We walked back over to campus. The homeless woman had
wandered off somewhere else. When we got up to the
fountain, I saw what Morrigan had seen. There was some kind
of strong enchantment over the entire thing. But unlike her
ability through Echidna, the ring allowed me to analyze the
spell to some extent.
It was easily the most complex ward I had ever encountered, a
dense weave of magical threads that slowly writhed in and
around each other. It was dense enough that I could only see
the outer elements. One thing I noticed immediately was the
amount of iron in the spell. It flowed all through the strands of
energy. But it wasn’t elemental iron – it was all magnetite,
magnetic iron oxide. I wasn’t sure what that meant, but I knew
that magnetite was a component in some protection spells.
I explained what I saw to the girls.
“Huh,” Morrigan said, “I can kind of see that, now that you
told me.”
“Could you take it down?” Hayley asked.
“Maybe,” I said. “Magnetite will react with acids, but until we
know what we’re dealing with here, I don’t think it’s a good
idea to just break the ward. I mean, it could be holding
something we don’t necessarily want to release, or protecting
something that needs to be protected.”
“How long do you think it’s been like this?” MJ asked.
“My first guess, given what the fountain looks like, is that it
was enchanted when it was built.”
“So it really could have been hiding some secret all this time?”
Hayley asked. “That’s crazy.”
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after hunting an enormous male elephant for five hours, they had at
length brought him to a stand, near Bree, about ten miles north-east
of Kouka. Mr. Toole and myself instantly mounted our horses, and,
accompanied by a Shouaa guide, we arrived at the spot where he
had fallen, just as he breathed his last.
Although not more than twenty-five years old, his tusk measuring
barely four feet six inches, he was an immense fellow. His
dimensions were as under:
ft. in.
Length from the proboscis to the tail 25 6
Proboscis 7 6
Small teeth 2 10
Foot longitudinally 1 7
Eye 2 by 1½
From the foot to the hip-bone 9 6
From the hip-bone to the back 3 0
Ear 2 by 2 6
I had seen much larger elephants than this alive, when on my last
expedition to the Tchad; some I should have guessed sixteen feet in
height, and with a tusk probably exceeding six feet in length. The
one before me, which was the first I had seen dead, was, however,
considered as of more than common bulk and stature; and it was not
until the Kanemboo of the town of Bree came out, and by attracting
his attention with their yells, and teasing him by hurling spears at his
more tender parts, that the Shouaas dared to dismount; when, by
ham-stringing the poor animal, they brought him to the ground, and
eventually despatched him by repeated wounds in the abdomen and
proboscis: five leaden balls had struck him about the haunches, in
the course of the chase, but they had merely penetrated a few
inches into his flesh, and appeared to give him but little uneasiness.
The whole of the next day the road, leading to the spot where he lay,
was like a fair, from the numbers who repaired thither for the sake of
bringing off a part of the flesh, which is esteemed by all, and even
eaten in secret by the first people about the sheikh: it looks coarse,
but is better flavoured than any beef I found in the country. Whole
families put themselves in motion, with their daughters mounted on
bullocks, on this occasion, who, at least, hoped as much would fall to
their share as would anoint their heads and persons plentifully with
grease at the approaching fsug. The eyes of this noble animal were,
though so extremely small in proportion to his body, languid and
expressive even in death. His head, which was brought to the town, I
had an opportunity of seeing the next day, when I had it opened; and
the smallness of the brain is a direct contradiction to the hypothesis,
that the size of this organ is in proportion to the sagaciousness of the
animal. His skin was a full inch and a half in thickness, and dark
gray, or nearly black, hard, and wrinkled: his ears, large and
hanging, appeared to me the most extraordinary part about him,
particularly from the facility with which he moved them backwards
and forwards: his feet are round, undivided, and have four nails, or
hoofs, for they cannot be called toes, two in the front of the foot,
about an inch in depth, and two inches in length, which join each
other, with two smaller ones on each side of the foot. In Africa they
are scarcely ever taken alive, but hunted as a sport, for the sake of
their flesh; and also in order to obtain their teeth, which, however, as
they are generally small, are sold to the merchants for a very trifling
profit. The manner of hunting the elephant is simply this: from ten to
twenty horsemen single out one of these ponderous animals, and,
separating him from the flock by screaming and hallooing, force him
to fly with all his speed; after wounding him under the tail, if they can
there place a spear, the animal becomes enraged. One horseman
then rides in front, whom he pursues with earnestness and fury,
regardless of those who press on his rear, notwithstanding the
wounds they inflict on him. He is seldom drawn from this first object
of his pursuit; and, at last, wearied and transfixed with spears, his
blood deluging the ground, he breathes his last under the knife of
some more venturesome hunter than the rest, who buries his dagger
in the vulnerable part near the abdomen: for this purpose he will
creep between the animal’s hinder legs, and apparently expose
himself to the greatest danger: when this cannot be accomplished,
one or two will ham-string him, while he is baited in the front; and this
giant of quadrupeds then becomes comparatively an easy prey to his
persecutors.
Jan. 12.—Karouash came to us this evening, with his dark Arab
eyes, sparkling with somewhat more than vivacity; and it was not
long before we found out the cause. The people of Gulphi, who
inhabited a town close to the banks of the Shary, had no other
means of raising their grain (the land surrounding their walls being all
tributary to the sheikh) than by planting it on the south bank of that
river; reaping in the season, and carrying the produce to their city by
means of their flat-bottomed boats. They had, of late, been so little
interrupted in their agricultural pursuits, by the boats of the
neighbouring towns, that a village of huts had sprung up on this
portion of land; and labourers, to the number of three or four
hundred, resided there constantly. The hostile movements of the
Begharmis had, however, made the sheikh’s people more on the
alert than formerly; and passing over the river in their own boats,
accompanied by several deserters from Gulphi, who, traitor-like,
consented to bear arms against the land that gave them birth, and
lead its enemies to the pillage of their brethren, the people of
Maffatai and Kussery had, a few nights before, made an attack on
this village, putting to death all the males, even while they slept; and,
as usual, dragging the women and children to their boats, returned to
their homes without the loss of a man, after setting fire to all the huts,
and more than four hundred stacks of wheat and gussub. The effects
produced by this midnight expedition, and which was celebrated by
singings and rejoicings throughout Kouka, were indeed of a nature
favourable to my prospects, notwithstanding the shock humanity
received from the cause. The Begharmis, who had occupied the
southern banks of the Shary for months, obliging even the Loggun
people to supply them with provisions, took such alarm at this attack
of the sheikh’s people, that they struck their camp, and retired
immediately on the news reaching them; and the Loggun nation as
quickly sent off to the sheikh a deputation, with sixty slaves, and
three hundred bullocks, congratulating him on the event.
I determined on making immediate application for permission to
visit this country; so full of interest, both from its situation, and the
waters by which it was reported to be bounded. No time was to be
lost, for the return of the enemy might be as sudden as his flight; and
again I might have my intentions frustrated. I had been eleven
months endeavouring to visit this country—but to climb steep hills
requires a slow pace at first.
Jan. 18.—The sheikh, who had never, on any one occasion,
neglected making every possible arrangement for carrying my
wishes into execution, had not only instantly complied with my
request to seize this opportunity of visiting Loggun, but sent this
morning Karouash to advise with me as to my proceedings, and to
recommend my going without loss of time. “Bellal shall go with you,”
said he; “who has been in my confidence for seventeen years, and to
whom I could trust my own life, or that of my children, who are even
dearer to me than life itself.”
But in the morning we found a brown horse, which had carried Mr.
Toole from Tripoli, dead within our inclosure: both this and a black
one, which his Arab had been mounted on by the bashaw, had
scarcely eaten any thing since their arrival here. Our departure was
therefore put off for this day. Troubles, however, never come alone.
In the evening the camels I intended to take with me were missing;
and although the people were out looking for them until midnight, we
had no tidings. In the night I was called up, as Mr. Toole’s other
horse was dying: no blood could be got from him; and after
staggering about, in a way resembling intoxication, he died before
daylight.
Jan. 22.—Karouash, Ben Taleb, and even the sheikh, now
exclaiming against our going out, “Wonderful! Wonderful!” said they,
“it is written you are not to go.” The delay perplexed me, although to
go, and quickly, I was determined; the time was precious, for I did
not wish the news of my intentions to precede me. Towards night my
camels were found; and the sheikh, hearing that we had been
inquiring for a horse to purchase, sent a very smart black galloway to
Mr. Toole as a present. We had now seen die on our hands, in the
space of nine months, thirty-three camels, six horses, and one mule.
On the 23d I intended being off by daylight; but it was the
afternoon before I could accomplish my wish. The sheikh had given
me Bellal: “He will obey your orders in every thing,” said he; “but you
are going amongst people with whom I have but little influence.”
Bellal, who was one of the handsomest negroes I almost ever saw,
and a superior person, was attended by six of his slaves, two of
whom were mounted; these, with ourselves and two camels, formed
our party. While I was waiting to take leave of the sheikh, a note was
brought me from Dr. Oudney, by a Bornouese from Katagum: it had
no date, and was indeed his last effort. The acknowledgment of
being weak and helpless assured me that he was really so; for
during the whole of his long sufferings a complaint had scarcely ever
escaped his lips. On the sheikh’s saying to him, when he first
expressed his wish to accompany the kafila, “Surely your health is
not such as to risk such a journey?” he merely replied, “Why, if I stay
here, I shall die, and probably sooner, as travelling always improves
my health.”
His letter, though short, expresses great satisfaction at the
treatment he had met with on his journey, and also from the
inhabitants of the country.
FOOTNOTES:
The river here is a wide, handsome stream, and the walls extend
quite to the banks, and have two water-gates; the character is the
same as nearer its embouchure. I passed one of these water-gates
at sunset, and was much struck by the beauty of the landscape, with
the fishing canoes just returning towards Loggun: the stream sweeps
off to the south-south-west, and then to the south. Loggun was said
to be thirty miles distant by the river. Here my poor friend declared it
impossible to remain, and we moved on towards Loggun the next
morning. We could advance, however, but a few miles. Mr. Toole’s
sufferings were most acute; he twice fainted, and we lifted him on
and off his horse like an infant, so helpless had he become. What
added also to our distress was, that from this time until the evening
of the 16th, the Shouaa Arabs, who occupy the frontier of the
Loggun country, refused to allow us to pass until the sultan had been
consulted, and a number of his questions answered as to the
purpose of our visit. We were now close to the river, and
notwithstanding the heat, the only means we had of defending either
ourselves or our animals from the torture of the millions of insects
that beset us, was by lighting fires at the entrance of our tent, and
constantly supplying them with weeds and wet straw: the thick
suffocating smoke arising from this description of fire afforded us
temporary relief. I rode down to the river, which here flows with great
beauty and majesty past the high walls of this capital of Loggun; it
comes direct from the south-west, with a rapid current. We entered
the town by the western gate, which leads to the principal street: it is
as wide as Pall Mall, and has large dwellings on each side, built with
great uniformity, each having a court-yard in front, surrounded by
walls, and a handsome entrance, with a strong door hasped with
iron: a number of the inhabitants were seated at their doors for the
purpose of seeing us enter, with their slaves ranged behind them. At
first they took but little notice of us: indeed, our appearance could not
have been very imposing: one of our party was laid on a camel, and
another supported on his horse by two persons, who walked on each
side of him, while he raved most incoherently from the violence of
the fever by which he was consuming. At length, however, a person
of apparent consequence advanced towards my horse, bending
nearly double, and joining his hands (the first salutation of the kind
that I had seen), followed by his slaves stooping still lower than
himself. After explaining that he was deputed by the sultan to
welcome kab n’jaffy (the white man), and repeating frequently that
he was kaffama (my friend), he preceded our party; and, as we
moved on, each assembly that we passed rose from the ground,
advanced towards us, and saluted us in the same manner as I have
already described. We were at length conducted to our habitation,
which consisted of four separate huts, well built, within an outer wall,
with a large entrance hall for our servants: in the most retired and
quiet spot I spread the mat and pillow of my patient, who was in a
sad state of exhaustion and irritation.
The next morning I was sent for to appear before the sultan: ten
immense negroes, of high birth, most of them gray-bearded, bare-
headed, and carrying large clubs, preceded me through the streets,
and I was received with considerable ceremony. After passing
through several dark rooms, I was conducted to a large square court,
where some hundred persons were assembled, and all seated on
the ground: in the middle was a vacant space, to which they led me,
and I was desired to sit down also. Two slaves, in striped cotton
tobes, who were fanning the air through a lattice-work of cane,
pointed out the retirement of the sultan. On a signal, this shade was
removed, and something alive was discovered on a carpet, wrapped
up in silk tobes, with the head enveloped in shawls, and nothing but
the eyes visible: the whole court prostrated themselves, and poured
sand on their heads, while eight frumfrums and as many horns blew
a loud and very harsh-sounding salute.
My present, a red bornouse, a striped cotton caftan, a turban, two
knives, two pairs of scissors, and a pair of red trowsers, was laid
before him: he again whispered a welcome, for it is considered so
extremely ill-bred in a Loggun gentleman to speak out, that it is with
difficulty you can catch the sound of their voices.
He examined me very minutely, when the shade was again
drawn. I begged for permission to embark on the Shary, and was told
he would consider of it. He particularly inquired if I wished to
purchase b’lowy, or handsome female slaves, which I assured him I
did not; “because,” said he, “if you do, go no farther: I have some
hundreds, and will sell them to you as cheap as any one.”
Loggun, the capital of which country (Kernuk) is on the banks of
the Shary, and in 11° 7′ north latitude, is a very populous country.
Kernuk has fifteen thousand inhabitants at least. They speak a
language nearly Begharmi. The Shouaas are all round them, and to
them they are indebted for the plentiful supply of bullocks, milk, and
fat, with which the market abounds: these necessaries are paid for
by tobes, and blue cotton in stripes, which the Loggun people make
and dye of a very beautiful colour. They have, also, a metal currency
in Loggun, the first I had seen in Negroland: it consists of thin plates
of iron, something in the shape of the tip with which they shoe race-