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Chapter 14 The Meeting

Chapter 14

The Meeting"My beloved child," he resumed, "was now growing rapidly worse.

The physician who attended her had failed to produce the slightest

impression on her disease, for such I then supposed it to be. He

saw my alarm, and suggested a consultation. I called in an abler

physician, from Gratz.

"Several days elapsed before he arrived. He was a good and

pious, as well as a learned man. Having seen my poor ward together,

they withdrew to my library to confer and discuss. I, from the

adjoining room, where I awaited their summons, heard these two

gentlemen's voices raised in something sharper than a strictly

philosophical discussion. I knocked at the door and entered. I

found the old physician from Gratz maintaining his theory. His

rival was combating it with undisguised ridicule, accompanied with

bursts of laughter. This unseemly manifestation subsided and the

altercation ended on my entrance.

"'Sir,' said my first physician, 'my learned brother seems to

think that you want a conjuror, and not a doctor.'

"'Pardon me,' said the old physician from Gratz, looking

displeased, 'I shall state my own view of the case in my own way

another time. I grieve, Monsieur le General, that by my skill and

science I can be of no use. Before I go I shall do myself the honor

to suggest something to you.'

"He seemed thoughtful, and sat down at a table and began to

write.

"Profoundly disappointed, I made my bow, and as I turned to go,

the other doctor pointed over his shoulder to his companion who was

writing, and then, with a shrug, significantly touched his

forehead.

"This consultation, then, left me precisely where I was. I

walked out into the grounds, all but distracted. The doctor from

Gratz, in ten or fifteen minutes, overtook me. He apologized for

having followed me, but said that he could not conscientiously take

his leave without a few words more. He told me that he could not be

mistaken; no natural disease exhibited the same symptoms; and that

death was already very near. There remained, however, a day, or

possibly two, of life. If the fatal seizure were at once arrested,

with great care and skill her strength might possibly return. But

all hung now upon the confines of the irrevocable. One more assault

might extinguish the last spark of vitality which is, every moment,

ready to die.

"'And what is the nature of the seizure you speak of?' I

entreated.

"'I have stated all fully in this note, which I place in your

hands upon the distinct condition that you send for the nearest

clergyman, and open my letter in his presence, and on no account

read it till he is with you; you would despise it else, and it is a

matter of life and death. Should the priest fail you, then, indeed,

you may read it.'

"He asked me, before taking his leave finally, whether I would

wish to see a man curiously learned upon the very subject, which,

after I had read his letter, would probably interest me above all

others, and he urged me earnestly to invite him to visit him there;

and so took his leave.

"The ecclesiastic was absent, and I read the letter by myself.

At another time, or in another case, it might have excited my

ridicule. But into what quackeries will not people rush for a last

chance, where all accustomed means have failed, and the life of a

beloved object is at stake?

"Nothing, you will say, could be more absurd than the learned

man's letter.

"It was monstrous enough to have consigned him to a madhouse. He

said that the patient was suffering from the visits of a vampire!

The punctures which she described as having occurred near the

throat, were, he insisted, the insertion of those two long, thin,

and sharp teeth which, it is well known, are peculiar to vampires;

and there could be no doubt, he added, as to the well-defined

presence of the small livid mark which all concurred in describing

as that induced by the demon's lips, and every symptom described by

the sufferer was in exact conformity with those recorded in every

case of a similar visitation.

"Being myself wholly skeptical as to the existence of any such

portent as the vampire, the supernatural theory of the good doctor

furnished, in my opinion, but another instance of learning and

intelligence oddly associated with some one hallucination. I was so

miserable, however, that, rather than try nothing, I acted upon the

instructions of the letter.

"I concealed myself in the dark dressing room, that opened upon

the poor patient's room, in which a candle was burning, and watched

there till she was fast asleep. I stood at the door, peeping

through the small crevice, my sword laid on the table beside me, as

my directions prescribed, until, a little after one, I saw a large

black object, very ill-defined, crawl, as it seemed to me, over the

foot of the bed, and swiftly spread itself up to the poor girl's

throat, where it swelled, in a moment, into a great, palpitating

mass.

"For a few moments I had stood petrified. I now sprang forward,

with my sword in my hand. The black creature suddenly contracted

towards the foot of the bed, glided over it, and, standing on the

floor about a yard below the foot of the bed, with a glare of

skulking ferocity and horror fixed on me, I saw Millarca.

Speculating I know not what, I struck at her instantly with my

sword; but I saw her standing near the door, unscathed. Horrified,

I pursued, and struck again. She was gone; and my sword flew to

shivers against the door.

"I can't describe to you all that passed on that horrible night.

The whole house was up and stirring. The specter Millarca was gone.

But her victim was sinking fast, and before the morning dawned, she

died."

The old General was agitated. We did not speak to him. My father

walked to some little distance, and began reading the inscriptions

on the tombstones; and thus occupied, he strolled into the door of

a side chapel to prosecute his researches. The General leaned

against the wall, dried his eyes, and sighed heavily. I was

relieved on hearing the voices of Carmilla and Madame, who were at

that moment approaching. The voices died away.

In this solitude, having just listened to so strange a story,

connected, as it was, with the great and titled dead, whose

monuments were moldering among the dust and ivy round us, and every

incident of which bore so awfully upon my own mysterious case—in

this haunted spot, darkened by the towering foliage that rose on

every side, dense and high above its noiseless walls—a horror began

to steal over me, and my heart sank as I thought that my friends

were, after all, not about to enter and disturb this triste and

ominous scene.

The old General's eyes were fixed on the ground, as he leaned

with his hand upon the basement of a shattered monument.

Under a narrow, arched doorway, surmounted by one of those

demoniacal grotesques in which the cynical and ghastly fancy of old

Gothic carving delights, I saw very gladly the beautiful face and

figure of Carmilla enter the shadowy chapel.

I was just about to rise and speak, and nodded smiling, in

answer to her peculiarly engaging smile; when with a cry, the old

man by my side caught up the woodman's hatchet, and started

forward. On seeing him a brutalized change came over her features.

It was an instantaneous and horrible transformation, as she made a

crouching step backwards. Before I could utter a scream, he struck

at her with all his force, but she dived under his blow, and

unscathed, caught him in her tiny grasp by the wrist. He struggled

for a moment to release his arm, but his hand opened, the axe fell

to the ground, and the girl was gone.

He staggered against the wall. His grey hair stood upon his

head, and a moisture shone over his face, as if he were at the

point of death.

The frightful scene had passed in a moment. The first thing I

recollect after, is Madame standing before me, and impatiently

repeating again and again, the question, "Where is Mademoiselle

Carmilla?"

I answered at length, "I don't know—I can't tell—she went

there," and I pointed to the door through which Madame had just

entered; "only a minute or two since."

"But I have been standing there, in the passage, ever since

Mademoiselle Carmilla entered; and she did not return."

She then began to call "Carmilla," through every door and

passage and from the windows, but no answer came.

"She called herself Carmilla?" asked the General, still

agitated.

"Carmilla, yes," I answered.

"Aye," he said; "that is Millarca. That is the same person who

long ago was called Mircalla, Countess Karnstein. Depart from this

accursed ground, my poor child, as quickly as you can. Drive to the

clergyman's house, and stay there till we come. Begone! May you

never behold Carmilla more; you will not find her here."