fell back and I found I was standing near him now, looking down at the dying man. Helen was blessedly real next to me - I opened my mouth to ask her a question and saw that she had heard the same horror in Turgut's chant. I remembered without wanting to that the blood of the Impaler ran in her veins. She turned to me for a second, her face shocked but steady; it came to me just in time that Rossi's heritage - mild, patrician, Tuscan, and Anglo - also ran through her, and I saw Rossi's incomparable kindness in her eyes. In that moment, I think - not later, not at home in my parents' stodgy brown church, not in front of any minister - I married her, I wed her in my heart, I cleaved to her for life.
"Turgut, silent now, had placed the string of prayer beads on his friend's throat, which made the body quiver a little, and selected from the stained satin in the box a tool longer than my hand and made of bright silver. 'I have never had to do this before, God save me, in my life,' he said quietly. He opened Mr. Erozan's shirt and I saw the aging skin, the curling chest hair gray as ashes, rising and falling unevenly. Selim searched the room with silent efficiency and brought Turgut a brick that had apparently been used as a door prop, and this homely object Turgut took in his hand, weighing it for a second. He put the sharp end of the stake on the left side of the man's chest and began a low chant, in which I caught words I remembered from somewhere - book, movie, conversation? - 'Allahu akbar, Allahu akbar: Allah is great.' I couldn't, I knew, force Helen to leave the room any more than I could leave it myself, but I pulled her back a step as the brick descended. Turgut's hand was large and steady. Selim held the stake upright for him and with a splintering, sucking thud it went into the body. Sluggish blood welled around the point and smeared the pale skin. Mr. Erozan's face convulsed horribly for a second and his lips drew back from his yellowing teeth like a dog's. Helen stared and I did not dare look away; I didn't want her to watch anything I couldn't see with her. The librarian's body quivered, the stake suddenly went down to its hilt, and Turgut sat back, as if waiting. His lips trembled and sweat had sprung out all over his face.
"After a moment the body relaxed and then the face; the lips drooped peacefully over Mr. Erozan's mouth, a sigh came up out of his chest; his feet in their pathetically worn socks twitched and were still. I kept a firm hold on Helen, and felt her shiver next to me, but she stood quiet. Turgut raised his friend's limp hand and kissed it. I saw tears running down his ruddy face, dripping into his mustache, and he covered his eyes with one hand. Selim touched the dead librarian's brow, then rose and pressed Turgut's shoulder.
"After a moment, Turgut recovered himself enough to stand and blow his nose into a handkerchief. 'He was a very good man,' he said to us, his voice unsteady. 'A generous, kind man. Now he rests in Muhammad's peace instead of joining the legions of hell.' He turned away to wipe his eyes. 'My fellows, we must get this body away from here. There is a doctor at one of the hospitals who - he will help us. Selim will remain here with the door locked while I call, and the doctor will come with the ambulance and sign the necessary certificates.' Turgut took from his pocket several cloves of garlic and placed them gently in the dead man's mouth. Selim removed the stake and washed it at the sink in the corner, putting it carefully away in the beautiful box. Turgut cleaned up every trace of blood, bandaged the man's chest with a dishcloth and rebuttoned his shirt, then took from the bed a sheet, which he let me help him spread over the body, covering its now-quiet face.
"'Now, my dear friends, I ask of you this favor. You have seen what the undead can do, and we know they are here. You must protect yourselves every minute. And you must go to Bulgaria - as soon as possible - in