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me?”
    â€œI was wrong to do it,” Stirling said. It was spoken in a sigh. He scowled and pressed his lips together hard. “I shouldn’t have done it.” For the first time he looked directly into Lestat’s eyes.
    Lestat glanced up at me.
    Sitting forward he reached over and slipped his fingers behind Stirling’s bloodstained collar, startling Stirling and glaring up at me.
    â€œWe don’t spill blood when we feed, Little Brother,” he said with a passing mischievous smile. “You have much to learn.”
    The words hit me rather like a wallop and I found myself speechless. Did this mean that I’d walk out of here alive?
    Don’t kill Stirling,
that’s what I was thinking; and then suddenly Lestat, as he still stared at me, made a short little laugh.
    â€œTarquin, turn that chair around,” he said, gesturing to the desk, “and sit down. You make me nervous standing there. You’re too damned tall. And you’re making Stirling Oliver nervous as well.”
    I felt a great rush of relief, but as I tried to do what he’d told me to do my hands were shaking so badly that I was again full of shame. Finally, I managed to sit down facing the pair of them, but a polite distance away.
    Stirling made a small frown as he looked at me, but it was entirely sympathetic and he was still obviously off base. I hadn’t drunk enough blood to account for his dizziness. It was the act of it, the drawing on his heart. That, and the fact that Lestat had come, Lestat had interrupted us, Lestat was here and he was demanding again of Stirling, Why had Stirling come into the flat?
    â€œYou could have come here by day,” said Lestat, addressing Stirling in an even voice. “I have human guards from sunup to sundown but the Talamasca is good at bribing guards. Why didn’t you take the hint that I look after my properties myself once the sun has set? You disobeyed the directive of your own Superior General. You disobeyed your own common sense.”
    Stirling nodded, eyes veering off, as if he had no argument, and then in a weak but dignified voice he said:
    â€œThe door was unlocked.”
    â€œDon’t insult me,” said Lestat, his voice still patient and even. “It’s my house.”
    Again, Stirling appeared to meet Lestat’s gaze. He looked at him steadily and then he spoke in a more coherent voice.
    â€œI was wrong to do it, and you’ve caught me. Yes, I’ve disobeyed the directive of the Superior General, that’s true. I came because I couldn’t resist it. I came because perhaps I didn’t quite believe in you. I didn’t believe in spite of all I’d read and been told.”
    Lestat shook his head disapprovingly and again there came that short little laugh.
    â€œI expect that credulity of mortal readers of the Chronicles,” he said. “I expect it even of fledglings like Little Brother here. But I don’t expect it of the Talamasca, who have so ceremoniously declared war on us.”
    â€œFor what it’s worth,” said Stirling, gathering his strength somewhat, “I was not for that war. I voted against it as soon as I heard of the declaration. I was for closing the Motherhouse here in Louisiana, if need be. But then . . . I was for accepting our losses and retreating to our libraries abroad.”
    â€œYou drove me out of my own city,” said Lestat. “You question my neighbors in these precincts. You rummage through all my public property titles and records. And now you trespass, and you say it was because you didn’t believe? That’s an excuse but not a reason.”
    â€œThe reason was I wanted to see you,” said Stirling, his voice growing stronger. “I wanted what others in the Order have had. I wanted to see you with my own eyes.”
    â€œAnd now that you have seen me,” Lestat replied, “what precisely will you do?” He glanced at me