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Bond thought of England in June； and cloudless early July days among the most beautiful gardens in Europe。 It was late August； the time when the scent of flowers fades； and dust settles across borders and trellises。 Here； though； everything appeared to be in full bloom； and the odours were enhanced by that freshness which es from well…watered lawns and bushes。
‘You did all this； Maeve？〃 She stood quite close to him。
‘Lord no。 Our paternal grandfather did most of it。〃 ‘David called it your garden。
‘Only because I spend a lot of time out here； but we have two full…time gardeners。 My passion is roses。
‘Really；' from Fredericka； easing herself between Maeve and Bond； one hand resting protectivlly； on Bond's sleeve。 ‘I also have a liking for roses。
Dragonpol led the way； along a paved path flanked with large circular beds and flowering bushes。 ‘You had better allow me to show you the way to Maeve's passion。 My grandfather had a sense of humour； and there are many water tricks in this place。 In fact； I will show you one that you might have seen in America。 Stand still for a moment。〃 They had just passed a small birdbath set between bushes to the right。 Dragonpol stepped forward and placed his foot squarely on a triangular piece of stone。 With no warning a jet of water arced from the birdbath； passing over their heads to land in the middle of a small stone column forward and to the left of them。 The jet seemed to hit the column and bounce upwards again； leaping forward and to the right where it struck the head of a piece of statuary。 From the statue the jet leaped back forming a perfect arch over their heads； striking another column on their left； from which it gave the illusion of jumping again on to the birdbath； from whence it began its travels again。
‘They have a giant version of this water trick at the Disney Epcot Center in Florida。〃 Dragonpol laughed； like a child； delighted as the jet of water continued to jump from birdbath to column； to statue to column； and back to the birdbath； repeating the sequence again and again。
And your grandfather installed that？〃 Fredericka was also laughing delightedly。
‘Oh； yes。 This was working here long before Mr Disney was even born。
‘The castle has been in your family a long time？〃 Bond asked； and it was Maeve who replied。
‘It looks very old； I know； but it was built in the 1 840s on the site of a former castle； Schloss Barholtz； which had been destroyed by fire。 Our great…grandfather built it and our grandfather finished it。
Then； when it became David's property； he started to modernize the interior。 You like the East Turret suite？〃 ‘I'd like it more if we were not imprisoned there。〃 This time Fredericka did not laugh。
‘Imprisoned？〃 Dragonpol sounded sharp and a little angry。 ‘What do you mean； imprisoned？〃 ‘The elevator would not respond。 It was as though someone had left it at the bottom level with the doors jammed open。〃 ‘That fool Lester。 Sometimes he is too much。 I apologize。
Lester has a habit of doing that to strangers visiting for the first time。 The castle is large； as you know； also we have a great deal of renovation going on； particularly on the second and third floors where I'm setting up the museum。
He does not like to think of people getting lost。 It's quite easy to get lost in Schloss Drache。〃 His voice dropped at the last sentence； giving the impression that this was some kind of threat。
Bond laughed。 ‘Bravo。〃 ‘Bravo？〃 ‘〃It's quite easy to get lost in Schloss Drache。〃 You sounded just as menacing as you did when you played Shylock。 The accent was almost the same。 I could even see you standing there； sharpening your knife and talking about the pound of flesh you would take。
‘Really？〃 For a second； Dragonpol seemed taken by surprise。
‘Yes； really。 You remember how you did that wonderful bit of business using your belt as a leather strop； and how the knife was shaped like an old…fashioned open razor。〃 ‘Yes。 Yes； of course。 I'm sorry。 In my time I have played many parts。 One forgets。 Yes； of course； I'm sorry。
They had e to the end of the path now and the garden opened up into a most wonderful trellised rose arbour。
‘These are my favourites。〃 Maeve ran forward； tiny steps because of the tightness of her gown。
Fredericka's eyes opened wide； and Bond's face froze。 She was standing beside a set of four bushes placed symmetrically to one side of an archway thick with more roses； leading into the arbour。 The four bushes glowed with a pulse of white and scarlet colour。 Twenty or thirty roses decorated them。 Each was the same； identical pure deep white； and each petal looked as though it had been dipped in blood； or that blood had been hand…painted on the petals。
‘I have more in my greenhouses；' Maeve Horton began。
‘Very beautiful。〃 Bond spoke with a cold flatness； for he felt as though ice had entered his veins。 ‘I've never seen a rose like this before；' he lied。 ‘Do you sell them？ Export them？〃 ‘Oh； no。 No； my roses are strictly for family use；' she said； and Bond thought to himself that she was lying； just as Dragonpol had been lying when he acknowledged using a dagger shaped like an open razor； and his belt as a strop when playing Shylock。
Bond had seen Dragonpol's definitive Shylock。 He had used an ordinary long stiletto； and had produced a sharpening stone from a leather bag at his waist。 It had been an unforgettable moment。
CHAPTER ELEVEN
THE TRAIL OF BLOOD
They dined in the castle's magnificent great hall which； though David Dragonpol had obviously carried out major renovations； still retained the feel and atmosphere of an almost medieval refectory。
Thick wooden beams made it seem as though the hall were built in a post and lintel construction； while a false roof not only gave the impression of height； but also that it was held in place by four massive A frames； the old wood coarse and stained。
The walls appeared to be made of the original stone； and a huge open fireplace； plete with spit and other ancient iron artifacts； made Bond think of hunting dogs lying on skins before a roaring winter blaze； while men and women in roughly woven clothes made wassail at the long oak table。
To plete the illusion； swords； pikes； shields and halberds decorated the walls； while the whole was lit by four intricate candelabra on the table。
There was electric light； they were told； but it was pleasant； Dragonpol thought； to recreate an ancient setting。
Before dinner they had walked for another few minutes in the garden； and Maeve had insisted that they see her greenhouse a long and wide affair with its own heating system； run from an Edwardian iron stove。 The greenhouse contained literally thousands of blooms her roses in various stages and she explained； in some detail； the work on her hybrid Bleeding Heart rose which had been going on for several years。
‘It's a somewhat macabre venture；' she had said as they walked back to the house。 ‘But you must admit that it is a very beautiful flower。〃 Neither Bond nor Fredericka had replied or even reacted。 The Bleeding Heart rose had bee an almost frightening symbol to both of them。
They dined well； Dragonpol e