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She did hunt and she did drink； but it was only to return to the shells； and once she looked at each； she threw it aside and went on searching。 No one could distract her from it。
Daniel is enthralled in the same way。 He makes these small cities。
He doesn't want to do anything else。 It's as if the small cities have caught him。 You might say I look after him。〃
Thorne was speechless； out of respect。 He couldn't tell whether Marius's words affected the blood drinker who continued to work upon his world。 Thorne felt a moment of confusion。
Then a low genial laugh came from the youngish blood drinker。 〃Daniel will be this way for a while；〃 said Marius； 〃and then his old faculties will e back to him。〃
〃The ideas you have； Marius；〃 Daniel said with another little easy laugh。 It was hardly more than a murmur。 Daniel dipped the brush again into the paste that would make his little tree stick to the green grass； and he pressed the tree down with appropriate force。 Then out of a box beside him； he drew another。
All the while the small railroad trains moved on； winding their way noisily through hill and valley； past snow…covered church and house。 Why； this tiny world even contained small detailed people！ 〃Might I kneel to look at this？〃 asked Thorne respectfully。 〃Yes； please do；〃 said Marius。 〃It would give him pleasure。〃 Thorne went down on both knees and drew himself up to the small village with its cluster of little buildings。 He saw delicate signs on them but he didn't know the meaning of them。
He was struck dumb by the wonder of it…that rising and confronting the great world； he was to e here and stumble upon this little universe。
A finely made little train； its engine roaring； its cars loosely connected； came rattling past him on the track。 He thought he glimpsed small figures inside it。
For a second； he forgot all else。 He imagined this handmade world to be real； and understood the spell； though it frightened him。
〃Beautiful；〃 he said in thanks。 He stood up。
The young blood drinker neither moved nor spoke in acknowledgment。
〃Have you hunted； Daniel？〃 asked Marius。
〃Not tonight； Marius；〃 said the youngish one without looking up； but then suddenly his eyes flashed on Thorne； and Thorne was surprised by their violet color。
〃Norseman；〃 Daniel said with a little note of pleasant surprise。 〃Red hair like the hair of the twins。〃 He laughed； a light laugh as if he were a little mad。 〃Made by Maharet。 Strong one。〃
The words caught Thorne pletely off guard。 He reeled； scarcely able to keep his balance。
He wanted to strike the careless young one。 He almost lifted his fist。 But Marius held his arm firmly。
Images crowded into Thorne's mind。 The twins…his beloved Maker and her lost sister。 He saw them vividly。 The Queen of the Damned。 Once more he saw the helpless blood drinker Lestat with the chains around him。 Chains of metal could never have held him。 From what had his red…haired Maker created those chains？
He tried to banish these thoughts； and anchor himself within the moment。
Marius held tight to his arm； and went on speaking to the blood drinker Daniel：
〃Let me guide you； if you want to hunt。〃
〃I have no need；〃 said Daniel。 He had gone back to his work。 He drew a large bundle from beneath the table； and he held it up for Marius to see。 On the cover was painted； or printed； Thorne could not tell； the picture of a house with three stories and many windows。 〃I want to assemble this house；〃 Daniel said。 〃It's more difficult than anything you see here； but with my vampiric blood it will be simple。〃
〃We'll leave you now；〃 said Marius； 〃but don't try to leave here without me。〃
〃I would never do that；〃 said Daniel。 He was already tearing at the sheer wrapping of the bundle。 Bits and pieces of wood were inside。 〃I'll hunt with you tomorrow night and you can treat me as though I am a child as you love to do。〃
Marius kept his friendly grip on Thorne's arm。 He led him out of the room and closed the door。
〃When he wanders by himself；〃 said Marius； 〃he gets into trouble。 He gets lost； or thirsty beyond the point where he can hunt on his own。 I have to search for him。 He was that way as a man before he was ever made a blood drinker。 The blood didn't change him except for a little while。 And now he's enslaved to these tiny worlds he creates。 All he requires is space for them； and the packages of buildings and trees and such which he purchases through the puter。〃
Ah； you have those strange engines of the mind；〃 said Thorne。 Yes； under this roof there are very fine puters。 I have all I need；〃 said Marius。 〃But you're tired。 Your clothes are old。 You need refreshment。 We'll talk of all this later。〃
He led Thorne up a short echoing wooden staircase and into a large bedchamber。 All the wood of the walls and the doors was painted here in colors of green and yellow； and the bed itself was fitted into a great carved cabinet with only one side open。 It struck him as a safe and curious place without a surface untouched by human hands。 Even the wooden floor was polished。
Through a broad door they entered an immense bath which was paneled in roughened wood with a floor of stone； and many candles for its illumination。 The color of the wood was beautiful in the subtle light and Thorne felt himself being dizzy。
But it was the bath itself which amazed him。 There before another glass wall stood a huge wooden tub of steaming hot water。 Made like a great cask； the tub was easily big enough for several to bathe together。 On a small stool beside the tub there stood a stack of what appeared to be towels。 On other stools there stood bowls of dried flowers and herbs which Thorne could smell with his acute blood drinker senses。 There were also bottles of oil and jars of what might have been ointments。
That Thorne might wash himself in this seemed to him a miracle。
〃Take off the soiled clothes；〃 said Marius。 〃Let me discard them。 What else do you have that you would save other than your necklace？〃
〃Nothing；〃 said Thorne。 〃How can I ever repay you for this？〃
〃But you already have；〃 said Marius。 He himself removed his leather coat； and then pulled off his wool tunic。 His naked chest was without hair。 He was pale as all old blood drinkers are pale。 And his body was strong and naturally beautiful。 He'd been taken in the prime of his life； that was plain。 But his true age； either in mortal life long ago； or in blood drinker time now？ Thorne could not guess it。
Marius took off his leather boots and his long wool pants； and not waiting for Thorne…only making a gesture that Thorne should follow…he stepped into the huge tub of hot water。
Thorne ripped at his fur…lined jacket。 He tore it in his haste。 His fingers trembled as he stripped away the pants that were almost ragged。 In a moment he was as naked as the other； and in awkward haste he gathered the ruin of his clothes in a small bundle。 He looked about。
〃Don't worry about such things；〃 said Marius。 The steam was rising all around him。 〃e into the tub with me。 Be warm for now。〃 Thorne followed； first stepping into the tub and then sinking down in the hot water on his knees。 He finally seated himself so that the water came to his neck。 The shock of the heat was overwhelming and utterly blessed。 He uttered a little prayer of thanks； something old and small which he had learnt as a child to say when something purely good happens。
Marius put his hand into the bowl of dried flowers and herbs； and gathering up quite a bit of this mixture he let it loose into the hot water。
It was a deep good perfume of the outdoors in summer。
Thorne closed his eyes。 That he had risen； that he had e this far； that he had found this pure and luxurious bath seemed almost impossible to him。 He would wake soon； a victim of the Mind Gift； back in his hopeless cave； prisoner of his own exile； only dreaming of others。
Slowly he bowed his head and lifted a double handful of the cleansing hot water to his face。 He lifted more and more of the water； and then finally as if it required courage； he dipped his head into the tub pletely。
When he rose again he