devil inside him and the devil knew the whole tale.
James was far more relaxed now than he had been in New Orleans. He was entirely the English gentleman, which set off the tall, youthful body to powerful advantage. He wore a gray sweater, stretched fetchingly tight over his big chest, and a pair of dark pants.
There were silver rings on his fingers. And a cheap watch on his wrist. I hadn't remembered these items. He was studying me with a little twinkle in his eye, much easier to endure than those horrid glaring smiles. I couldn't take my eyes off him, off this body which might soon become mine.
I could smell the blood in the body, of course, and this ignited some low smoldering passion in me. The more I looked at him, the more I wondered what it would be like to drink his blood and be done with it here and now. Would he try to escape the body and leave me holding a mere breathing shell
I looked at his eyes, and thought, sorcerer, and a rare and unfamiliar excitement completely obliterated the common hunger. I'm not sure I believed he could do it, however. I thought that the evening might end in a tasty feast and no more.
I clarified my question for him. How did you find this body How did you get the soul to go into yours?
I'd been searching for just such a specimen-a man psychologically shocked out of all will and capacity for reason, yet sound of limb and brain. Telepathy is quite an aid in such matters, for only a telepath could have reached the remnants of intelligence still buried within him. I had to convince him on the deepest unconscious level, so to speak, that I had come to be of help, that I knew he was a good person, that I was on his side. And once I'd reached that rudimentary core, it was fairly easy to plunder his memories and manipulate him into obedience. He gave a little shrug. The poor chap. His responses were entirely superstitious. I suspect he thought I was his guardian angel at the end.
And you lured him out of his body?
Yes, by a series of bizarre and rather ornate suggestions, that's exactly what I did. Again telepathy is a powerful ally. One has to be psychic, really, to manipulate others in such a way. The first time he rose perhaps a foot or two, then slam, back into the flesh he went. More of a reflex than a decision. But I was patient, oh, very patient. And when I finally lured him out for the space of several seconds, that was sufficient for me to pop inside of him, and at once focus my intense energy upon shoving him down into what was left of the old me.
How nicely you put it.
Well, we are body and soul, you know, he said with a placid smile. But why go all through this now You know how to rise out of your body. This isn't going to be difficult for you.
I might surprise you. What happened to him after he was hi your body Did he realize what had taken place?
Not at all. You must understand the man was deeply psychologically crippled. And, of course, he was an ignorant fool.
And you didn't give him even a moment's time, did you You killed him.
Monsieur de Lioncourt, what I did was a mercy to him!
How dreadful to have left him in that body, confused as he was! He wasn't going to recover, you realize, no matter what body he was inhabiting. He'd murdered his entire family. Even the baby in the crib.
Were you part of that?
What a low opinion you have of me! Not at all. I was watching the hospitals for such a specimen. I knew one would come along. But why these last questions Didn't David Talbot tell you there are numerous documented cases of switching in the Talamasca files.
David had not told me this. But then I could scarcely blame him.
Did they all involve murder? I asked.
No. Some involved bargains such as you and I have struck.
I wonder. We are oddly paired, you and I.
Yes, but well paired, you must admit. This is a very nice body I have for you, he said of himself, placing an open hand on his broad chest. Not as beautiful as yours, of course. But very nice! And exactly what you ought to require. As for your body, what more