Ocean of Blood. Darren Shan
tent of the woman who – if they had guessed right – was as powerful and as crucial to the fate of the vampire clan as any goddess of legend.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Seba paused at the entrance to the tent and asked Larten and Wester to set aside his coffin. He tugged at his red shirt and cloak, straightened some creases, then examined the material for dirt.
“How do I look?” Vancha asked, spitting into his palm and using it to brush back his green hair.
“Like a cherub,” Seba murmured.
“Do you think–”
The flap over the entrance swished back, cutting short his question, and a woman stepped forward. She was short and ugly – she reminded Larten of Zula Pone in some respects – and even filthier than Vancha. She wore no shoes or clothes. Instead there were ropes wrapped around her body. She had pointed ears, a tiny nose, one brown eye and one green. She was as muscular as a man and hairier than most, from a thin beard and moustache down to ten furry toes. Her fingers were stubby and the nails cut short on all of them except the two little fingers, where they grew long and sharp.
Larten thought this was a strange choice of servant for a witch as powerful as the Lady Evanna (if that was indeed who they were coming to meet). He had assumed that Evanna would have pretty, finely dressed maids to wait on her. Maybe she had taken pity on this misfortunate creature and given her a home because nobody else would.
Then, to Larten’s astonishment, the short, ugly woman squealed, darted forward and cried, “My little Vancha!” As the General tried to back away in a panic, she hoisted him off the ground and shook him in the air as if he was a large doll.
“Let me down!” Vancha yelled furiously.
“Not until you give me a kiss, you naughty boy,” she chortled.
“I’ll give you a kick up the–”
“Language, Vancha,” she stopped him, squeezing his ribs so hard that his eyes almost popped.
“Apologies… Lady,” he wheezed, then pecked her cheek before he suffocated.
The woman smiled and let him drop, then curtsied gracefully to Seba. “You are welcome as always, Master Nile,” she said in a soft, melodic voice.
“And grateful for that privilege, my Lady,” Seba said, bowing as he would have before a Prince.
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