“Do so and she dies.”
The rapping on the door continued.
“Who’s at my door?” I asked.
“Answer it and find out. I’ll wait.”
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I walked to the door and called out, “Who is it?”
“Your escort, Mr. Kropp,” came a voice from the other side. I unlocked the door and shuffled backwards, lifting the gun, so when he walked into the room it was pointed right at his nose.
“Don’t even think about going toward that bed,” I told him.
He nodded. He was a big man, about my size. He wore a long gray cape over his shoulders, fastened by a dragon-shaped pin just below his Adam’s apple. Under the cape, he was dressed in an expensive tailored suit. His long hair was greased and combed back from his face.
“Stand right there,” I added, backing toward the bed, keeping the gun on him. He nodded again. “Don’t make any sudden moves!” I said sharply to him. He nodded a third time. I picked up the receiver with my left hand and brought it to my ear.
“Mr. Kropp,” Mogart said softly. “I believe I told you some time ago that the will of most men is weak. Thus nations crumble and decay, great enterprises are lost, needless suffering and humiliation ensue. I believe I also told you—in fact, demonstrated to you in the most graphic way—what would happen if your will opposed mine. You will accompany my associate to our little meeting or the girl will die.”
My knees completely gave out then and I sat on the bed. The gun dropped to my side. I had made a vow and if I kept that vow, Natalia would die. I felt so miserable at that point, I almost picked up the Sword and handed it to the escort, who was still standing by the door, smiling at me.
Mogart’s voice lost all its playfulness and it got hard.
“Listen carefully, Kropp. You are not adept at what you’re attempting to do. You are a boy playing a man’s game. You might be enjoying this make-believe game of being a hero, but truly you are fortunate that I found you first.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” I screamed into the phone. “I never wanted to be a hero! I never wanted any of this!”
“They are coming, Mr. Kropp. Remember the report you just saw on television? The OIPEPs are coming for you and they will find you. And when they find you, they will take the Sword and I will kill the girl. You will have lost both. You have no choice now but to bring it to me.”
“But if I bring it to you, you’ll kill her anyway.”
“You wound my feelings, Mr. Kropp.”
“You’ll kill her, because the last time I gave you the Sword you killed Uncle Farrell, and you didn’t need to kill Uncle Farrell.”
He sighed. “No. I should not have killed your uncle. I should have killed you.”
“You’re gonna do that too,” I said into the phone.
“Then your answer is no?”
“You already know what my answer’s going to be.”
“Just so,” Mogart said.
45
I hung up the phone. Mogart’s associate, was still standing by the door, smiling at me.
“Come,” he said. “The master is expecting us.”
“I’ve got the Sword now,” I said. “Doesn’t that make me the master?”
“Do you claim it?” he asked mockingly.
I looked at it on the bed beside me. “No. But that’s the point, I think. Nobody can. You could wait a thousand years, ten thousand even, but nobody can really claim it. I think that’s where your boss has got it all wrong and why the knights kept it hidden all those years, maybe even why Arthur had to die. It’s not something you can own.” He wasn’t getting it. I asked, “Where are we going?”