Part 7 (2/2)

'Oh, yes? To do what, exactly?'

'To hunt down Brother Albrecht and his circus, and to destroy it for ever. Also, to hunt down whoever is aiding and abetting him. Why do you think you had that hallucination? Why do you think you went to the Griffin House Hotel at all?'

Katie frowned at him. 'I went there - I went there because the Renaissance Hotel called me when I was still in Sacramento and told me they had accidentally overbooked. They said I could stay at the Griffin House for the same price. They even arranged for a limo to pick me up at the airport and take me there.'

'The Renaissance was overbooked?' asked Springer, in mock surprise. 'The Renaissance has more than four hundred forty rooms, as well as fifty suites.'

'I don't understand.'

Springer said, 'It was I who called you, Katie, and I who arranged for you to stay at the Griffin House Hotel. Me.'

Katie stared at him in disbelief. 'You wanted me to have that nightmare? You actually fixed it so that I would stay in that room and see that poor woman?'

'I'm sorry. I admit it. But how else could I have convinced you that what happens in dreams is just as real as what happens when we're awake?'

'You frightened the living c.r.a.p out of me! I have never been so scared in my entire life! And I called the police! You not only scared me half to death, you made me look like an idiot, too!'

Springer raised his hand. 'Please, Katie, just hear me out. Do you know why your grandmother used to sing you that bird song?'

'What do you mean?'

'Your grandmother sang you that bird song because her name as a Night Warrior was Gryferai - the Avenging Claw.'

'What?'

'As a Night Warrior she could fly like a falcon, so that she could hunt down her enemies from hundreds of feet up, and swoop down on them from high in the air. Let me tell you this: it was your grandmother who found one of the most destructive Dreads ever, the Black Shatterer, who could literally shatter everything that he touched - doors, walls, chairs, animals, even living people. The Black Shatterer could even smash the very air in front of him, which threatened the lives of thousands of people.

'Gryferai found the Black Shatterer, and caught him in her claws, and she lifted him up to such an alt.i.tude that he didn't dare to shatter her, in case he fell. He begged for his life and Gryferai said that she would consider sparing him if he shattered his evil companion the Screw-Worm. He agreed, but it was then that Gryferai deliberately dropped him over eight thousand feet. He landed on a small rocky island on the west side of Sarasota Bay and the impact caused him to smash into crystalline gla.s.s.'

'My G.o.d,' said Katie. She stared at Springer in astonishment. 'Grandma actually took me out to see that island, in her little boat. Black Shatter Island, she called it, although she never told me why. We went out there two or three times - always very early in the morning, so that the rising sun used to catch it. It would glitter so bright that it would dazzle you, as if it were sprinkled all over with thousands and thousands of diamonds.'

'So - do you believe me now?' asked Springer.

Katie was silent for a long time. Then she said, 'I don't know. It all seems so totally far-fetched.'

'You are Gryferai's granddaughter. The Night Warrior genes tend to skip a generation, so your mother didn't have them. But you do. You are An-Gryferai, which means the daughter of Gryferai's daughter.'

'And what does that mean? I can fly? I can catch evil villains and drop them into Sarasota Bay?'

'Yes,' said Springer. 'You can.'

'By the way, why did she drop him? I thought he promised to shatter his evil companion for her. What was his name? The Screw-Worm?'

Springer smiled. 'She dropped him because she was sure that he wouldn't really do it. And she dropped him because she knew that she would probably never get a chance like that again. Gryferai's motto was grijp het ogenblik, which means ”seize the moment.”'

Katie said, 'I want to believe you. I really do. But this is all so incredible. It's like finding out that your parents aren't your real parents. No, it isn't - it's much more disturbing, even than that. It's like having your whole life turned upside down.'

'I can appreciate how you feel,' Springer told her. 'Let me see if I can convince you.'

He held out his hand. Katie hesitated and then she took it, and stood up. Springer led her across to the large pine-framed mirror which hung on the wall beside the front door. He positioned her directly in front of it, and stood close behind her like a fas.h.i.+on stylist.

'You're awake now, so I can only use my powers of suggestion to show you what An-Gryferai looks like. But when you go to sleep, and rise up out of your body, this is what you will become, for real.'

Katie stared at her reflection. At first she could see nothing unusual, only herself, still looking tired, with her hair sticking out. But then she became aware that a shadowy outline was forming around her, swimming in the air like ghostly blood-clots. Springer closed his eyes and gradually the outline became clearer and clearer. Soon she appeared to be wearing a helmet - a helmet shaped like the head of a giant falcon, with amber lenses for eyes and a long curved beak. Her entire body was gradually covered in soft brown feathers, except for a blaze of white feathers on her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Behind her, she could make out two huge wings, both of them spread wide, with a span of more than twenty feet.

Springer opened his eyes. 'Lift up your hands,' he told her.

Slowly, she raised her hands, and saw that attached to both of her forearms was an intricate arrangement of metal rods and pulleys, and that each of these mechanisms operated a huge metal claw.

'Try them,' Springer urged her, and she found that when she squeezed her hands, the rods and the pulleys opened and closed the claws, and rotated them, and locked them. Every movement was accompanied by a complicated clicking sound.

'The power of each of An-Gryferai's claws is over seventy-five thousand pounds, which is more than the jaws of life the fire department uses for rescuing people from wrecked automobiles. An-Gryferai can use her claws to cut through the roof of a car, or cut off a man's head, even if he's wearing armor. At the same time her claws are so finely controllable that she can pick a flower with them, or pluck out a single eyelash.'

Katie turned her head from side to side. The falcon helmet was handsome and streamlined and fierce, and it gave her an extraordinary feeling of strength and confidence. This is me, she thought. It's unbelievable, but this is me. I am An-Gryferai. I am a Night Warrior.

'Well?' said Singer, with that faint, beguiling smile.

'I don't know what to say,' Katie told him. 'I'm totally overwhelmed.'

Springer laid one hand on her shoulder. 'Look out of the window,' he said. 'No - don't turn around, because you'll lose the illusion that you're An-Gryferai. Look out of the window that you can see reflected in the mirror.'

Through the window, Katie could see the red-flowering bushes in her front yard, and the tall yucca trees outside Mr Tomlinson's house opposite. She could see Mr Tomlinson in his baggy khaki shorts, tr.i.m.m.i.n.g the edges of his lawn; and in the distance, at the intersection of North Bay Road and West Forty-fifth, a woman in a short yellow dress pus.h.i.+ng a baby stroller.

'Now focus on that woman,' said Springer.

Katie narrowed her eyes and peered at the woman intently. As she did so, the woman appeared to come nearer and nearer, as if Katie were looking at her through a zoom lens.

'Keep focusing,' Springer coaxed her. 'An-Gryferai can see for miles and miles, in the sharpest detail.'

Katie kept her eyes fixed on the woman, and after only a few seconds she could clearly make out that she was young and Hispanic, with a plump oval face and heavy unplucked eyebrows, and that she was wearing a yellow headscarf to match her dress and a necklace of large orange-and-green beads. She could also see the baby in the stroller, a chubby little girl in a pink gingham romper suit, waving a pink plastic rattle and furiously kicking her legs. She could hear the rattle quite distinctly.

She turned to Springer and said, 'That's amazing. It's like she's standing right outside the window.'

'An-Gryferai's eyes have an effective range of more than ten miles,' said Springer. 'She also has highly acute hearing. She is the eyes and ears of the Night Warriors, as well as a fearsome fighter in her own right. When the Night Warriors go looking for Brother Albrecht and his freak show, her natural abilities will be essential.'

'What do I have to do?' Katie asked him. 'And when?'

'Tonight,' said Springer. 'Before one a.m.'

'Tonight? But I have absolutely no idea what to do.'

Springer handed her a slip of paper. 'Before you go to bed, read these words out loud. Once you've recited them, you won't have any trouble dropping off. Then - once you start sleeping - your dream self will rise out of your waking self. I will be waiting for you, to guide you.'

'But these claws... I don't know how they work yet.'

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