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place. All these I admire. You can run a steamboat, too. Captain, we should not be enemies. Join me. Run the Fevre Dream for me." He smiled. "Or whatever it's called now. Billy decided it had to be renamed, and Joshua found a name somewhere. You can change it back, if you'd prefer."

"She," Marsh said.

Julian frowned.

"Boat's a she, not an it," Marsh said.

"Ah," said Damon Julian.

"Billy Tipton is running this boat, ain't he?"

Julian shrugged. "Billy is an overseer, not a riverman. I can dispose of Billy. Would you like that, Captain? That can be your first reward, if you join me. Billy's death. I will kill him for you, or let you do it yourself. He killed your mate, you know."

"Hairy Mike?" Marsh said, feeling chilled.

"Yes," said Julian. "And your engineer too, after a few weeks. He caught him trying to weaken the boilers, so they'd explode. Would you like to revenge your people? It is within your power." Julian leaned forward intently, his dark eyes gleaming, excited. "You can have other things as well. Wealth. I care nothing for that. You can handle all my money."

"All you stole from Joshua."

Julian smiled. "A bloodmaster receives many gifts," he said. "I can offer you women as well I have lived among your people for many years, I know your lusts, your thirsts. How long has it been since you've had a woman, Captain? Would you like Valerie? She can be yours. She is lovelier than any woman of your race, and she will not grow old and hideous, not in your lifetime. You can have her. The others as well. They will not harm you. What else would you like? Food? Toby is still alive. You can have his cooking six, seven times a day if you desire.

"You are a practical man, Captain. You do not share the religious delusions of your race. Consider what you are being offered. You will have the power to punish your enemies and protect your friends, a full stomach, money, women. And all for doing what you want to do desperately, for running this steamboat. Your Fevre Dream."

Abner Marsh snorted. "She ain't mine no more. You've fouled her."

"Look around you. Are things so bad? We have run between Natchez and New Orleans regularly, the steamer is in good repair, hundreds of passengers have come and gone without ever noticing anything amiss. A few vanish, most of them ashore, in the towns and cities we visit. Billy says it is safer that way. Only a handful have died aboard your steamer, those whose beauty and youth were too exceptional. More slaves die every day in New Orleans, yet you do not work against slavery. The world is full of evils, Abner. I do not ask you to condone or participate. Just run your steamer, and mind your own business. We need your expertise. Billy drives away passengers, we lose money on every run. Even Joshua's funds are not inexhaustible. Come, Abner, give me your hand. Agree. You want to. I can feel it in your eyes. You want this steamer back again. It is a thirst in you, a passion. Take it, then. Good and evil are silly lies, nonsense put forth to plague honest sensible men. I know you, Abner, and I can give you what you want. Join me, serve me. Take my hand, and together we will outrun the Eclipse." His dark eyes swirled and burned, endless depths, reaching deep inside Marsh, touching him, feeling him intimately, unclean and yet seductive, calling, calling. His hand was extended. Abner Marsh started to reach out for it. Julian smiled so nicely, and his words made so much sense. He wasn't asking Marsh to do nothing terrible, just run a steamboat, help protect him, protect his friends. Hell, he'd protected Joshua, and Joshua was a vampire too, wasn't he? And maybe there'd be some killing on the boat, but a man had been strangled on the Sweet Fevre back in '54, and two gamblers had been shot dead on the Nick Perrot when Marsh was running her; none of that had been his blame, he was just tending his own affairs, running his steamers, it wasn't like he'd kill anybody himself. Man had to protect his friends but not the whole world, he'd see to it that Sour Billy got what he deserved. It all sounded good, a damn good deal. Julian's eyes were black and hungry and his skin felt cool, hard like Joshua's, like