'They won't be alive, Tereza.'
'We must do it for the sakes of their souls, but…'
'You are too ill to move from this bed. I will do what is necessary.'
She squeezed his hand. 'Averil must be treated the same way.'
'What I can't understand is why the villagers haven't been burning the bodies, themselves.'
'They may not know that fire destroys the body completely,' she said.
'The undertaker should have known. Any keeper of the dead in Kartakass has to be aware of how to keep the dead from rising.'
'Perhaps it is the old dead that fill the streets.'
Jonathan shook his head. 'I will find out today. Before another night falls, I will have answers.'
'So quickly?'
'We have lost a great deal in one night. I will not lose anyone else. We will find who is behind this.'
'You have some ideas. I can see it in your face.'
'Yes, I have some suspects.'
'Who?'
He glanced back at the open door. 'Later. Let me see how Silvanus fairs. I promise to come back and tell you all my theories. You know that I do my best thinking while explaining things to you.'
She gave a small smile. 'I know.'
He kissed her cheek and left, closing the door behind him.
Konrad had shooed the idle gawkers away. He stood guard over the door, hands on chest, and wore a forbidding expression. Suddenly, his face changed, a look of astonishment crumbled it into lines of shock. He was staring at something over Jonathan's shoulder, something coming up the stairs.
Jonathan turned. Elaine was ascending. He felt his own mouth drop open with surprise. She looked as she always looked. Clothes covered in dirt and blood, but it was her.
She was a few steps from the top when Konrad broke and ran for her. He lifted her bodily up the last steps, whirling her around in the narrow hallway. He put her down, and they were both laughing. Konrad was laughing. It was the first joy Jonathan had seen in him since his wife died.
Konrad set her on the floor and hugged her again. 'Elaine, Elaine, Elaine.' He seemed unwilling to let her go.
Jonathan stood there with tears running down his face, mingling with his beard. Her blue eyes glanced at him. He held his arms wide, and she ran to him. He hugged her to his chest, burying his face in the top of her hair. Her arms held him as if she would never let him go.
'I am so sorry for all I said, Elaine.'
'It doesn't matter.' She pushed away from him, enough to look up into his face. There was something in her eyes, some knowledge that left Jonathan frightened. He was suddenly cold all over as if he'd been dropped in icy water.
'Where's Blaine?' His voice was choked and soft. He knew the answer. It was there in her eyes.
'Gone,' she said. One word, not even the right word. Gone, not dead. Mustn't say that word aloud. Gone.
'Are you sure?' Konrad was with them, hand on Elaine's back. 'Are you sure?'
She nodded, burying her face against Jonathan's chest. She did not cry, as dry inside as a seashell left on a high shelf to gather dust and dream of lost paradises.
He had believed them both dead, or said he did, but Jonathan realized now it was a lie. He hadn't really believed. It was true for one of them, and he couldn't think. One question came to his mind. 'How?' he asked. Somehow that seemed important.
She took a deep shuddering breath and stepped away from him. She stood in the center of the hallway, hands close against her body, tight as if afraid to touch anything. 'He was trying to save me. He died saving me.' She raised her face and looked at them. The hatred in her eyes pierced him to his soul. Self-hatred was the hardest wound to heal.
'We were trying to climb onto a roof to get away from the dead. He fell.' She held out her hands to the empty air. 'I tried to save him. I offered him my hand, but he wouldn't take it. Why wouldn't he take it?'
Konrad stepped toward her, gently, as he would approach a wounded animal. 'If he had taken your hand, would you both have fallen?'
She looked at him, eyes stricken. She nodded, then hid her face in her hands and said, muffled, 'Yes, yes, yes.'
Konrad touched her shoulder. She flinched, but did not step away. He encircled her in his arms, and she let him.
'Tereza needs to see you, Elaine,' Jonathan said. His voice still sounded distant, as if someone else were speaking.
She looked at him, pain so plain in her face that it was like a physical force. 'Must I keep telling it over and over again?'
'Let her see you are safe, then I will tell her.'
Elaine took a deep breath, leaning into Konrad's body, seeming to take strength from his touch. Even through his numbness, Jonathan looked at the two of them and saw something he hadn't before-a couple. He shook his head. Time enough for that.
He opened the door, forcing a smile on his lips. 'Tereza, Elaine is safe.'
Konrad led her through the door, arm still protectively around her shoulders. Tereza's cry of, «Elaine» and her reaching hand were pure joy.
Jonathan stood back and let his wife have her reunion, her moment of relief and happiness, before it occurred to her that someone was missing. He watched the happy tears and waited.
TWENTY-SIX
'So, Elaine is dead,' Tereza said. She was the first one to utter that most final of all words. Jonathan had been thinking them, probably everyone had, but it was Tereza who had the courage to speak.
'Why would the creature carry off his body?' Kon-rad asked. 'And why didn't it kill Elaine?'
Elaine was sitting in the room's only chair. Jonathan sat on the edge of the bed. Konrad leaned against the wall. He was frowning. After the initial surprise at finding Elaine alive, he had gone back to his more typical behavior: frowns, suspicion.
'I don't know why I'm alive,' Elaine said. 'It could have killed me or let the others do it.'
'You're sure the other dead obey some of the better-preserved zombies,' Jonathan asked.
She nodded. 'I saw it three times, with three different undead. The normal zombies obey the others.'
'Why did the female zombie take Elaine to see the cemetery?' Tereza asked.
Jonathan stood and paced to the far wall. He turned and looked at them all.
'You know something,' Tereza said.
'Why? Why would anyone raise the dead, kill off a third of a village? Why?'
'Whoever it is is mad,' Konrad said.
Jonathan shook his head. 'Even madness has a logic, just a peculiar logic.'
'Do you know why?' Elaine asked.
'Perhaps.'
'Jonathan, no games, just tell us,' Tereza said.
He nodded. 'What if he is trying to make a better zombie?'
Three pairs of eyes stared at him. Tereza gave a snort of laughter. 'Jonathan, why would anyone kill so many people just for that?'
'Remember what Konrad said, that it is madness. Perhaps to a madman, perfecting his undead is worth the cost.'
Elaine shook her head. 'No, there has to be more to it than that.'
'Why, Elaine?' Jonathan asked.
She looked up at him, face solemn. 'Because Blaine died. It has to be more than making a better zombie.
