The Dragon Waiting
“The Count fancied black livery for all his men (and women, because he also maintained a company from the Rheintal order of Valkyries). Fortunately, the garb was comfortable and sturdy, not usually the case with vanity uniforms. And the Count's army was recognized where it went.
One clear winter day the Schwarzheer was winding in column through a village in Saxony, the population turning out to cheer and wave banners or clothing or towels or anything they had that was black.
When Gregory rode by, at the rear leading his guns jacketed in black leather, the waving and the shouting stopped. Suddenly. If there had been any direction to run, he would have spurred his horse and gone; he began to hope that the village had someone who knew how properly to kill vampires. There were towns that had become fascinated by a victim who could be displayed in agony for so long, in so many unique ways.
But nothing of the kind happened; the column simply marched on, trailing dust and silence.
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