Re: Gula's Curse... or Blessing
Basil Ringrose had not survived for so long by chance. He smiled a perfect, crisp smile in response to Brother Clary's query. "Did you think that Gula is the only power at play ?" he asked in a perfectly calm and reasonable tone. "Only Hornsby and his cabin-boy seek to bring any of your ilk along to this place. Ask them why."
Hornsby glanced down at Hawksmoore, who hadn't seemed to move at all, then looked away. "Bide your time, Yank - you've plenty of it now. All you need to do is to drain a drop of your blood onto the ground now, and the tree of your life will grow. You will never age, and you cannot die, but every 40 years you must return here. All the rest of it - I'll have to teach you later on. " There was some reason why Hornsby was not calling attention to Hawksmoore.
The German pilot, Hans Gruber, was asking a polite and cautious question of the Countess; Liza was frowning at some dirt on her dress, and sidling towards the fountain as if to wash with it. "He hid it," she said, speaking to Brother Clary. "He wouldn't have destroyed it, but he certainly would have hidden it. If it is the only thing you can use as a weapon, when one of them turns into a demon, he wouldn't have wanted to be destroyed by it. Or maybe he has plans for the demon. Maybe endless life just isn't enough for him. I know how he can be put to an inconvenience, though. It's close, too, I'll wager - close indeed, and probably in the possession of someone else, because Basil likes to use people for his own ends."
With that, she scooped up a handful of the water, from the fountain, and immediately drank it. "And you might well guess who's side I'm on, Basil," she said, eyes narrowing as she glared at him. "At least now I'll be able to see my husband every 40 years, after you took him from me." She pulled a pin from her hair, driving it into her palm, and let her blood drip onto the ground. Immediately dusty green curls of a small shrub began to coil upwards, toward the changing light. "If I should become what Basil wants so much - Marianne, I trust you will be quick to cut down this tree."