Beautifully dressed, too, in purple broocade with dark red sleeves. The most wonderful thing was that sewn to one of the sleeves we found a little ring. The ring is rather plain, but one of my colleagues believes it was part of a larger oornament that showed the symbol of the Oorder of the Dragon."
My heart had lost a beat or two, by this point, I confess. "The symbol?"
"Yes, a dragon with long claws and a looped tail. Those who were invested in the Oorder wore this image somewhere on their person at all times, usually as a brooch or clasp for the cloak. Our friend Vlad was no doubt invested in it, probably by his father, when he reached manhood." Georgescu smiled up at me. "But I have the feeling you knew that already, Professor."
I was struggling with warring emotions of regret and relief. "So this was his grave, and the legends just had the exact spot wrong."
"Oh, I doon't think so." He smoothed the rug back over the stone. "Not all my colleagues would agree with me, but I think the evidence is clairly against it."
I couldn't help staring at him in surprise. "But what about the regal clothing and the little ring?"
Georgescu shook his head. "This fellow was probably a member of the Oorder, too - a high-ranking nobleman - and perhaps he was dressed up in Dracula's best clothes for the occasion. Perhaps he was even invited to die so that there would be a body to fill the toomb - who knows exactly when."
"Did you rebury the skeleton?" I had to ask it; the stone lay so very close to our feet.
"Oh, noo - we packed him off to the history museum in Bucarest, but you can't go see him there - they locked him up in storage with all his nice clothes. It was a shame." Georgescu did not look terribly sorry, as if the skeleton had been appealing but unimportant, at least compared with his true quarry.
"I don't understand," I said, staring at him. "With so much evidence, exactly why don't you think he was Vlad Dracula?"
"It's very simple," Georgescu countered cheerfully, patting the rug. "This fellow had his head on. Dracula's was cut off and taken to Istanbul by the Turks as a troophy. All the sources are in agreement about that. So now I'm digging in the old prison for another toomb. I think the body was removed from its burial site in front of the altar to outwit grave robbers, or perhaps to protect it from later Turkish invasions. He's on this island somewhere, the auld bugger."
I was transfixed by all the questions I wanted to ask Georgescu, but he stood and stretched. "Wouldn't you like to go across to the restaurant for supper? I'm hungry enough to devour a sheep whoole. But we can hear the beginning of the service first, if you'd like. Where are you staying?"
I confessed that I had no idea yet and that I needed also to provide lodgings for my driver. "There's a great deal I should like to talk with you about," I added.
"And I with you," he agreed. "We can doo that during our supper."
I needed to speak to my driver, so we made our way back to the ruined prison.
It devolved that the archaeologist kept a little boat below the church and could row us over, and that he would prevail upon the owner of the restaurant to find local rooms for us. Georgescu stowed away his gear and dismissed the assistants, and we returned to the church in time to see the abbot and his three monks, equally black garbed, processing into the church through the doors of the sanctuary. Two of the monks were elderly, but one was still brown of beard and stood firmly upright. They walked slowly around to face the altar, the abbot leading with a cross and orb in his hands. His bent shoulders carried a purple-and-gold mantle that caught the glow of the candle flames.
At the altar they bowed, the monks prostrating themselves full-length for a moment on the stone floor - just over the empty tomb, I noticed. For a moment, I had the horrifying sense that they were bowing not to the altar but to the grave of the Impaler.
Suddenly an eerie sound rose up; it seemed to come from the church itself, to curl out of the walls and dome like mist. They were chanting. The abbot went through the little