several years before I came to the university.'
"He stroked his chin with a large, rather chapped hand. 'I couldn't have loved my studies more, but I loved my country, too, and I enlisted right away, in the navy. I was shipped out to Italy and then home again a year later with wounds in my arms and legs.'
"He touched his white cotton shirtsleeve gingerly, just above the cuff, as if feeling the surprise of blood there again. 'I recovered rather quickly and wanted to go back out, but they wouldn't take me - one eye had been affected when the ship blew up. So I returned to Oxford and tried to ignore the sirens, and I finished my degree just after the war ended. The last weeks I was there were some of the happiest of my life, I think, in spite of all the shortages - this terrible curse had been lifted from the world, I was almost done with my delayed studies, and a girl back home I'd loved most of my life had finally agreed to marry me. I had no money, and there was no food anyway, but I ate sardines in my room and wrote love letters home - I guess you don't mind my telling you all this - and I studied like a demon for my examinations. I got myself into a great state of fatigue, of course.'
"He picked up the bottle of Tokay, which was empty, and set it down again with a sigh. 'I was nearly done with the whole ordeal, and we'd set a wedding date for the end of June. The night before my last examination, I stayed up until the wee hours looking over my notes. I knew I'd covered everything I needed to already, but I simply couldn't stop myself. I was working in a corner of the library in my college, sort of tucked away behind some bookshelves where I didn't have to watch the other few madmen in there looking through their own notes.
"'There are some awfully nice books in those little libraries, and I let myself get distracted for a moment or two by a volume of Dryden's sonnets just a hand's reach away. Then I made myself put it back, thinking I'd better go out and have a cigarette and try to concentrate again afterward. I tucked the book back into the shelf and went to the courtyard. It was a lovely spring night, and I stood there thinking about Elspeth and the cottage she was fixing up for us, and about my best friend - would have been my best man - who'd died over the Ploiesti oil fields with the Americans, and then I went back up to the library. To my surprise, Dryden was lying there on my desk as if I'd never put it away, and I thought I must be getting pretty noddleheaded with all the work. So I turned to put it up, but I saw there was no space for it. It had been right next to Dante, I was sure, but now there was a different book there, a book that had a very old-looking spine with a little creature engraved on it. I pulled it out and it fell open in my hands to - well, you know.'
"His friendly face was pale now, and he searched first his shirt and then his pants pockets until he found a package of cigarettes. 'You don't smoke?' He lit one and drew heavily on it. 'I was caught by the appearance of the book, its apparent age, the menacing look of the dragon - everything that struck you, too, about yours. There were no librarians there at three in the morning, so I went down to the catalog and dug around a bit by myself, but I learned only Vlad Tepes's name and lineage. Since there was no library stamp in the book, I took it home with me.
"'I slept poorly and couldn't concentrate in the least on my examination the next morning; all I could think of was getting to the other libraries and perhaps to London to see what I could find out. But I didn't have time, and when I went up for my wedding, I took the little book and kept looking at it at odd moments. Elspeth caught me with it, and when I explained she didn't like it, not a bit. That was five days to our wedding and yet I