Captain Kronos - Vampire Hunter Page #3

I was just passing.

I thought the least I could do

is to offer my respects

to your mother.

And I shall be pleased

to convey them to her.

But I doubt

if she will even listen.

But a kind thought

nonetheless.

Paul...

A brandy to warm you

after your ride?

Thank you.

Mmm. It will be most welcome.

How is your mother?

No better.

But your dear sister,

Sara, she's well?

Very.

I'm delighted to hear it.

Your health, Doctor.

Thank you.

Witchcraft and Necromancy.

The book.

Oh, it was my father's.

At long last I'm setting

his library to rights.

Witchcraft and Necromancy.

That's the rumor in the village.

Yes. A grim business.

What's your opinion of it?

My brother

does not form opinions

too readily, Dr. Marcus.

Oh, no.

He broods upon a problem

a long time.

Is that not so, Paul?

You know I would not dare

to disagree with you,

dear sister.

My dear Sara,

you look lovelier than ever.

And younger.

What's your secret?

Well, she's not exactly

an aged crone, you know.

Nor ever will be.

"Crone" is such an ugly word,

don't you think?

Such an ugly thing to be.

No, I don't think

I shall ever be one.

Am I unwell, Doctor?

You're studying me so closely,

I thought, perhaps,

you could detect some malady

in my face.

No, your face is perfect...

magically perfect.

Magic?

Well, I must be on my way.

Sara.

Paul, thank you for the brandy.

Good day to you both.

Mother, you wanted me?

Yes.

Someone called just now.

It was Dr. Marcus.

Marcus?

What did he want?

He said he was just passing by.

Called to pay his respects.

Passing by?

This road doesn't lead anywhere.

I know, Mother.

I know.

Red wine.

The best you have.

Yes, sir.

Tell me, have you seen anything

of a coach or a wagon

passing by recently?

Nothing passes by here.

Only... soldiers... deserters,

running away from the war.

Come in here with big talk

of the battles they won...

or with the look of lost battles

about them.

What about you, Captain?

'Tis "Captain"?

Perhaps he stole the coat.

Tell me, did you lose

your battles or win them?

A little of both.

And not enough of either.

You haven't answered

my question.

Coach or a wagon?

Hey, you...

crookback.

Tell me, uh...

...how do you sleep at night?

On your belly or...

or in a hammock?

Or do you stick a hole

in the ground

and put your hump in it?

You see, we're interested,

crookback.

His name is Grost.

Crookback will do for me.

But not me.

Why?

'Cause I don't like it.

Oh...

He doesn't like it.

To make sport

of a physical affliction

is both impolite and cruel.

After all, I wouldn't dream

of calling you...

rat face...

...fatty...

...or big mouth.

You still haven't answered

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