Clive Barker - The Scarlet Gospels

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For Mark, without whom this book would not exist

His friend demanding what scarlet was, the blind man answered: It was like the sound of a trumpet.

John Locke,

Human Understanding

It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek

Like a meadow-gale of spring

It mingled strangely with my fears,

Yet it felt like a welcoming.

Sameul Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

After the long quiet of the grave, Joseph Ragowski gave voice, and it was not pleasant, in either sound or sentiment.

Look at you all, he said, scrutinizing the five magicians whod woken him from his dreamless sleep. You look ghostly, every one of you.

You dont look so good yourself, Joe, Lili Saffro said. Your embalmer was a little too enthusiastic with the rouge and the eyeliner.

Ragowski snarled, his hand going up to his cheek and wiping off some of the makeup that had been used to conceal the sickening pallor his violent death had left on him. Hed been hastily embalmed, no doubt, and filed away in his ledge within the family mausoleum, in a cemetery on the outskirts of Hamburg.

I hope you didnt go to all this trouble just to take cheap shots at me, Ragowski said, surveying the paraphernalia that littered the floor around him. Regardless, Im impressed. Necromantic workings demanded an obsessives eye for detail.

The Nguize Working, which was the one the magicians had used to raise Ragowski, called for the eggs of pure white doves that had been injected with the blood of a girls first menstruation, to be cracked into eleven alabaster bowls surrounding the corpse, each of which contained other obscure ingredients. Purity was of the essence of this working. The birds couldnt be speckled, the blood had to be fresh, and the two thousand, seven hundred, and nine numerals that were inscribed in black chalk starting beneath the ring of bowls and spiraling inward to the spot where the corpse of the resurrectee was laid had to be in precisely the right order, with no erasures, breaks, or corrections.

This your work, isnt it, Elizabeth? Ragowski said.

The oldest of the five magicians, Elizabeth Kottlove, a woman whose skills in some of the most complex and volatile of magical preservations werent enough to keep her face from looking like someone whod lost both her appetite and her ability to sleep decades ago, nodded.

Yes, she said. We need your help, Joey.

Its a long time since you called me that, Ragowski said. And it was usually when you were fucking me. Am I being fucked right now?

Kottlove threw a quick glance at her fellow magiciansLili Saffro, Yashar Heyadat, Arnold Poltash, and Theodore Felixsonand saw that they were no more amused by Ragowskis insults than she was.

I see that death hasnt robbed you of your bitter tongue, she said.

For fucks sake, said Poltash. This has been the problem all along! Whatever we did or didnt do, whatever we had or didnt have, none of it matters. He shook his head. The time we wasted fighting to outdo one anotherwhen we could have been working togetherit makes me want to weep.

You weep, said Theodore Felixson. Ill fight.

Yes. Please. Spare us your tears, Arnold, Lili said. She was the only one of the five summoners sitting, for the simple reason that she was missing her left leg. We all wish we could change things

Lili, dear, Ragowski said, I cant help but notice that youre not quite the woman you were. Whats happened to your leg?

Actually, she said, I got lucky. He nearly had me, Joseph.

He? You mean he hasnt been stopped?

Were a dying breed, Joseph, said Poltash. A veritable endangered species.

How many of the Circle are left? Joseph said, a sudden urgency in his voice.

There was a silence while the five exchanged hesitant looks. It was Kottlove who finally spoke.

We are all that is left, she said, staring at one of the alabaster bowls and its bloodstained contents.

You? Five? No. All the sarcasm and the petty game playing had gone from Ragowskis voice and manner. Even the embalmers bright paints could not moderate the horror on Ragowskis face. How long have I been dead?

Three years, Kottlove said.

This has to be a joke. How is that possible? Ragowski said. There were two hundred and seventy-one in the High Circle alone!

Yes, said Heyadat. And thats only those who chose to be counted among us. Theres no telling how many he took from outside the Circles. Hundreds? Thousands?

And no telling what they owned either, Lili Saffro said. We had a reasonably thorough list

But even that wasnt complete, Poltash said. We all have our secret possessions. I know I do.

Ah too true, Felixson said.

Five Ragowski said, shaking his head. Why couldnt you put your heads together and work out some way to stop him?

Thats why we went to all the trouble of bringing you back, Heyadat said, Believe me, none of us did it happily. You think we didnt try to catch the bastard? We fucking tried . But the demon is goddamn clever

And getting cleverer all the time, Kottlove said. In a way, you should be flattered. He took you early because hed done his homework. He knew you were the only one who could unite us all against him.

And when you died, we argued and pointed fingers like squabbling schoolchildren. Poltash sighed. He picked us off, one by one, moving all over the globe so we never knew where he was going to strike next. A lot of people got taken without anybody knowing a thing about it. Wed hear about it later, usually after a few months. Sometimes even a year. Just by chance. Youd try to make contact with someone and find their house had been sold, or burned to the ground, or simply left to rot. I visited a couple of places like that. Remember Branders house in Bali? I went there. And Doctor Biganzolis place outside Rome? I went there too. There was no sign of any looting. The locals were far too afraid of what theyd heard about the occupants to take a step inside either house, even despite the fact that it was very obvious nobody was home.

What did you find? Ragowski said.

Poltash took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one as he went on. His hands were trembling, and it took some help from Kottlove to steady the hand that held his lighter.

Everything of any magical value had vanished. Branders urtexts, Biganzolis collection of Vatican Apocrypha. Everything down to the most trivial blasphemous pamphlet was gone. The shelves were bare. It was obvious that Brander had put up a struggle; there was a lot of blood in the kitchen, of all places

Do we really have to go back over all this? Heyadat said. We all know how these stories end.

You dragged me out of a very welcome death to help save your souls, Ragoswki said. The least you can do is let me hear the facts. Arnold, continue.

Well, the blood was old. There was a lot of it, but it had dried many months before.

Was it the same with Biganzoli? Ragowski said.

Biganzolis place was still sealed up when I visited. Shutters closed and doors locked as if hed gone on a long vacation, but he was still inside. I found him in his study. HeChrist, Joseph, he was hanging from the ceiling by chains. They were attached to hooks that had been put through his flesh. And it was so hot in there. My guess is hed been dead in that dry heat for at least six months. His body was completely withered up. But the expression on his face could have just been the way the flesh had retreated from around his mouth as it dried up, but by God he looked as though hed died screaming.