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Dr. Seward writes of the grisly night he and Dr. Van Helsing try to rescue Jared and Maelen from a vicious attack by Count Northman:
. . . On the bed beside the window lay Jared Thornskin,
his face flushed and breathing heavily as though in a stupor. On the
near edge of the bed was the white-clad figure of his wife, Maelen. By her side stood a man, clad in black. His face was turned from us, but we all recognized Count Northman, even to the scar on his forehead. With his left hand he held Maelen‘s
hands, keeping them away with her arms at full tension. His right hand
gripped her by the back of the neck, forcing her face down on his bosom.
Her white nightdress was smeared with blood, and a thin stream trickled
down the man’s bare chest which was shown by his torn-open dress.
As we burst into the room, Northman turned his
face, and
a hellish look seemed to leap into it. His eyes flamed red with devilish
passion. The white sharp teeth, behind the full lips of the blood
dripping mouth, clamped together like those of a wild beast.
Throwing his victim back upon the bed, Northman turned and sprang at us. But by this time Professor Van Helsing had gained his feet, and was holding towards him the envelope which contained the Sacred Wafer. Count Northman
suddenly stopped and
further and further back he cowered, as we, lifting our crucifixes,
advanced. The moonlight suddenly failed, as a great black cloud sailed
across the sky. And when the gaslight sprang up under
my match, we saw nothing but a faint vapour. . . .
. . . Maelen was now awoken, and turned to Thornskin with her arms stretched out, as though to embrace him. Instantly, however, she drew them in again, and
holding her hands to her head, clutched at her wildly disarrayed black hair and shuddered till the bed beneath her shook.
"In God’s name, what does this mean?" Thornskin cried out, blue
eyes wide and frenzied. "Maelen,
dear, what is it? What does that blood mean? My God, my God! Has it come to this? Has Count Northman preyed upon her?"
With a quick movement, Thornskin jumped from bed and began to pull on his clothes. "What has happened? Tell
me all about it!" he cried without pausing. "Dr. Van Helsing, you love Maelen too, I know. Oh, do something to save her. It cannot have gone too far yet. Guard her
while I look for Northman!"
Maelen, through her terror and horror and distress, saw some sure danger to
him. Instantly forgetting her own grief, she seized hold of him, staring through tear-filled hazel eyes, and cried out.
"No! No! Jared, you must not leave me. I have suffered
enough tonight, God knows, without the dread of his harming you. You
must stay with me. Stay
with these friends who will watch over you!" Her expression became
frantic as she spoke. And, he yielding to her, she pulled Thornskin down sitting on the bedside,
and clung to him fiercely.
Dr. Van Helsing held up his golden crucifix, and
said with wonderful calmness, “Do not fear, my dear. We are here, and
whilst this is close to you, no foul thing—not even Count Northman—can approach. You are safe for tonight, and we must be calm and take counsel together."
Maelen shuddered and was silent, holding down her
head on her husband’s breast. When she raised it, his white nightrobe
was stained with blood where her lips had touched, and where the thin
open wound in the neck had sent forth drops. The instant she saw it she
drew back, with a low wail, and whispered, amidst choking sobs.
"Unclean, unclean! I must touch him or kiss my beloved Jared no more. Oh, that it should be that it is I who am now his worst enemy, and whom he may have most cause to fear…."
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