"Don't you feel bad for nominating him, after what he did, leading the vampaneze against us?"
"No," Vancha said bluntly. "I don't approve of his actions, and if I'd been at Council, I wouldn't have spoken up on his behalf. But he was following his heart. He acted for the good of the clan. Misguided as he was, I don't think Kurda was a real traitor. He acted poorly, but his motives were pure."
"I agree," Harkat said, joining the conversation. "I think Kurda's been poorly treated. It was right that he was killed when he... was captured, but it's wrong to say he was a villain, and not mention his name... in the Hall of Princes."
I didn't respond to that. I'd liked Kurda immensely, and knew he'd done his best to spare the vampires the wrath of the Vampaneze Lord. But he'd killed one of my other friends - Gavner Purl - and brought about the death of more, including Arra Sails, a female vampire who'd once been Mr. Crepsley's mate.
I learnt the identity of Vancha's real enemy the day before we came to the end of the first leg of our journey. I'd been sleeping, but my face was itchy - an after-effect of the purge - and I awoke before midday. I sat up, scratching under my chin, and spotted Vancha at the edge of camp, his clothes tossed aside - except for a strip of bear hide tied around his waist - rubbing spit into his skin.
"Vancha?" I asked quietly. "What are you doing?"
"I'm going walking," he said, and continued rubbing spit into the flesh of his shoulders and arms.
I stared up at the sky. It was a bright day and hardly any clouds were around to block out the sun. "Vancha, it's daytime" I said.
"Really?" he replied sarcastically. "I'd never have guessed."
"Vampires burn in sunlight," I said, wondering if he'd bumped his head and forgotten what he was.
"Not immediately," he said, then looked at me sharply.
"Have you ever wondered why vampires burn in the sun?"
"Well, no, not exactly..."
"There's no logical reason," Vancha said. "According to the stories humans tell, it's because we're evil, and evil beings can't face the sun. But that's nonsense - we're not evil, and even if we were, we should still be able to move about during the day.
"Look at wolves," he continued. "We're supposed to be descended from them, but they can endure the sunlight. Even true nocturnal creatures like bats and owls can survive by day. Sunlight might confuse them, but it doesn't kill them. So why does it kill vampires?"
I shook my head uncertainly. "I don't know. Why?"
Vancha barked a laugh. "Damned if I know! Nobody does. Some claim we were cursed by a witch or sorcerer, but I doubt that - the world's full of servants of the dark arts, but none with the power to make such a lethal curse. My hunch is Desmond Tiny."
"What's Mr. Tiny got to do with it?" I asked.
"According to ancient legends - forgotten by most - Tiny created the first vampires. They say he experimented on wolves and mixed their blood with that of humans, resulting in..." He tapped his chest.
"That's ridiculous," I snorted.
"Perhaps. But if those legends are true, our sun-related weakness is also Tiny's work. They say he was afraid we'd grow too powerful and take over the world, so he tainted our blood and made us slaves of the night." He stopped rubbing spit in and gazed upwards, eyes scrunched up against the disorientating rays of sunlight. "Nothing's as awful as slavery," he said quietly. "If the stories are true, and we're night slaves because of Tiny's meddling, there's only one way to win back our freedom - fight! We have to take on the enemy, look it full in the face and spit in its eye."
"You mean fight Mr. Tiny?"
"Not directly. He's too slippery a customer to pin down."
"Then who?"
"We have to fight his manservant," he said. When I looked blank, he elaborated: "The sun."
"The sun?" I laughed, then stopped when I saw he was serious. "How can you fight the sun?"
"Simple," Vancha said. "You face it, take its blows, and keep coming back for more. For years I've been subjecting myself to the rays of the sun. Every few weeks I walk about for an hour by day, letting the sun burn me, toughening my skin and eyes to it, testing it, seeing how long I can survive."
"You're crazy!" I chortled. "Do you really think you can get the better of the sun?"
"I don't see why not," he said. "A foe's a foe. If it can be engaged, it can be defeated."
"Have you made any progress?" I asked.
"Not really," he sighed. "It's much the same as when I began. The light half-blinds me - it takes almost a full day for my vision to return to normal and the headaches to fade. The rays cause a reddening within ten or fifteen minutes, and it gets painful soon after. I've managed to endure it for close to eighty minutes a couple of times, but I'm badly burnt by the end, and it takes five or six nights of total rest to recover."
"When did this war of yours begin?"
"Let's see," he mused. "I was about two hundred when I started-" Most vampires weren't sure of their exact age; when you lived as long as they did, birthdays ceased to mean very much "-and I'm more than three hundred now, so I guess it's been the best part of a century."
"A hundred years!" I gasped. "Have you ever heard the phrase, 'banging your head against a brick wall'?"
"Of course," he smirked, "but you forget, Darren - vampires can break walls with their heads!"
With that, he winked and walked off into the sunlight, whistling loudly, to engage in his crazy battle with a huge ball of burning gas hanging millions and millions of kilometres away in the sky.
Chapter TWELVE
A FULL moon was shining when we arrived at Lady Evanna's. Even so, I'd have missed the clearing if Mr. Crepsley hadn't nudged me and said, "We are here." I later learnt that Evanna had cast a masking spell over the place, so unless you knew where to look, your eyes would skim over her home and not register it.
I stared straight ahead, but for a few seconds could see nothing but trees. Then the power of the spell faded, the imaginary trees 'vanished' and I found myself gazing down upon a crystal-clear pond, glowing a faint white colour from the light of the moon. There was a hill on the opposite side of the pond, and I could see the dark, arched entrance of a huge cave in it.