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Vlad Dracula the Impaler

Dark clouds were assembling at the horizon and one could feel a slight sweltering which was usual before a storm. A hollow thunder was grumbeling. The strong wind took some yellow leaves from the ground and threw them right into Benedict's face.

The grey-bearded man stopped for a moment and took a long breath. There he was, Benedict de Boithor, an old man, invited for dinner with Vlad Dracula. Oh, he knew exactly what such a dinner meant. Benedict hasn't become stupid in the end, he has become wise. Probably one hundred times now he asked himself how he had deserved such a dinner.
Too much suffering did Benedict see during his life. He saw how teutonic knights raged through his homeland, killed his relatives. Poland struck back and defeated the Teutonic Order at Tannenberg. But what of it? Suffering has always been and will always be, also here in Wallachia.

Benedict turned around once more and looked at the hanged men. Their legs moved slowly in the wind, their bodies almost completely rotten. He closed his eyes for a moment and went on, heading towards Dracula's castle.

The guard at the gate was an old man as well, his skin was marked by wrinkles and scars. Benedict recognized himself in that face. The two looked in their eyes and in that very moment they understood each other. Both have seen enough of the world. The guard opened the gate. "Dracula already awaits you", he said quietly.

And at the backyard of the castle Benedict finally faced him - Dracula! The tormentor of uncountable souls. The man with a never satisfied bloodthirst. They said that he was the son of Devil in person... Dracula made detemined steps towards Benedict. He was not very tall, but very stocky and strong, with a cold and terrible appearance, a strong and aquiline nose, swollen nostrils, a thin reddish face in which very long eyelashes framed large wide-open green eyes; the bushy black eyebrows made them appear threatening. His face and chin were shaven, but for a moustache. The swollen temples increased the bulk of his head. A bull's neck connected his head to his body from which black curly locks hung on his wide-shouldered person.

Dracula led Benedict to the dinner place. Great God! Dozens of human beings were impaed around the table! The smell of blood and the sweet smell of rotting were in the air. "Don't look weak, he's watching me!", thought Benedict.
Benedict swallowed the meal with a great effort and was struggling not to let it out. Most of the impaled persons were still alive, one of them even looked at Benedict...

Dracula made a quick sign with his hand and another stake was brought in, it was golden. Dracula gazed into Benedict's eyes and said: "This stake is golden, as an important person shall be impaled there, it's you! You have insulted me and will be killed right now. What do you say?"
"Stay calm!", thought Benedict, "It's merely a test". And as a Ploish nobleman, he had mastered a lot of tests made up by kings. He answered: "So it is my fault then. I serve you and if I have insulted you, it is up to you to judge me."

Dracula smiled. "A good answer. A brave man's answer", he said, "You will stay alive for you know how to talk to kings. You are free to go."

Bendedict took a deep breath. Another story to tell his grandchildren. If they weren't already dead...




Scenario designed by Roman Rausch translated and updated by igorhp.
It has its own soundtrack, so turn off the game music to play. You must play high speed (x2.0) for good trigger-coordination.

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