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revelation to me. Confined as I had been to its grim, austere atmosphere and subjected to the perverseness of the monks, this new and unexpected freedom filled me with a joyous anticipation that life would, at last, have some meaningful future. The sky above us remained dark and filled with rainclouds, allowing Marcus to cover a great distance on our first day of travel. Orion galloped as though he had wings, and with each mile he put between us and the Monastere de Dieu, I breathed a little more easily
As darkness fell, we found an inn where Marcus ordered a room for the night and a meal for me. I already knew that what the landlord served on a plate would not interest Marcus.
     
“I must go out,” he said. “I will not be long.”
     
For a moment, I did not understand, and then I realised what he meant. “Please, Marcus, don’t go,” I pleaded, scared that what he must undertake would lead him to danger.
     
“You can drink from me. I will gladly give you my blood to keep you safe.” The knowledge that he needed human blood to live should have horrified me, and in some aspects, it did.
     
Yet, I could not equate this beautiful, kind man with the tales of terror and loathing vampires inspired. After having lived a life of degradation at the hands of the supposedly pious, Marcus seemed to me to be my saviour.
    Gently, he touched my face with his fingertips. “Thank you, Bernard,” he murmured.
“But I will not weaken you by taking too much of your blood.” He kissed my cheek. “I will return presently.”
And without further conversation, he left me alone in the room. A few minutes later, the landlord knocked on the door, bringing me a steaming platter of beef stew and a flagon of wine.
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    “Your master must think a lot of you,” he said, laying the food and wine on a corner table. “He orders for his servant, but not for himself.” I did not bother to correct the man. Let him think I was squire to my Lord Marcus. It suited me well. And indeed, what better master could I have—he who had saved me from a life of humiliation and had given me the chance to make a better future for myself? I only hoped that whatever lay ahead for me, included Marcus.
    I wanted to wait up for him, anxious to know he was safe before I fell asleep. The warmth of the fire and the goblet of wine I’d imbibed along with the food made me drowsy. I must have dozed off, despite my best intentions to stay awake, for I was suddenly aware of him moving about the room and pulling back the covers on the bed.
    I rubbed my eyes. “Oh, I’m sorry,” I muttered. “I must have fallen asleep.”
“As well you should,” he said, smiling at me. “You’ve had an arduous day of travel.
Come now. Lie down on the bed and sleep properly.”
“Will you not join me?”
“Later…you must sleep. We have another long day’s travel ahead of us tomorrow, and the inclement weather is of benefit to me. Once the skies clear, I cannot travel in the daytime.”
    I nodded and started pulling off my clothes. “Did you find…sustenance?
“I did. Two very amiable gentlemen, engaged in a rather longwinded talk on the effect of the weather on their crops, obliged me.”
I looked at him wide-eyed. “They did not mind you drinking their blood?” His smile was beatific. “Of course not,” he said, chuckling softly. “They have no recollection of it.”
     
“But I remember,” I said, climbing into the bed. “I remember it with fondness and a wish that it would happen again.”
    “That circumstance was different.” He smiled down at me as he drew the covers up to my chin then sat by my side. “Many years ago, I discovered that I could induce forgetfulness in the minds of those I drank from. It saves them from the horror the memory of my feeding on them would bring. I leave no mark and take only enough that I might live.”
    “But then,” I asked, “where do all the terrible stories of throats being torn out and