“Celia Han\u0131m hepsinden de kibirliydi,” diye f\u0131s\u0131ldad\u0131 ya\u015fl\u0131 adam. “En kibirlisi ve zalimi. Zenciler ondan nefret ederdi, en \u00e7ok da Joan nefret ederdi. Joan’\u0131n aile ba\u011flar\u0131nda beyaz kan\u0131 da vard\u0131 dolay\u0131s\u0131yla o da kibirliydi. Celia Han\u0131m onu k\u00f6le gibi k\u0131rba\u00e7lard\u0131.”<\/p>\n
Buckner, “Blassenville Malikanesinin s\u0131rr\u0131 ne?” diye \u0131srar etti.<\/p>\n
Ya\u015fl\u0131 adam\u0131n g\u00f6zleri karard\u0131, g\u00f6zleri mehtapl\u0131 kuyular kadar karanl\u0131kt\u0131.<\/p>\n
“Efendim ne s\u0131rr\u0131? Hi\u00e7 bir \u015fey anlam\u0131yorum.”<\/p>\n
“Evet, anl\u0131yorsun. O eski ev y\u0131llarca b\u00fct\u00fcn esrar\u0131yla orada dikildi. Bu gizemin anahtar\u0131 sende.”<\/p>\n
Ya\u015fl\u0131 adam g\u00fcveci kar\u0131\u015ft\u0131rd\u0131. Akl\u0131 ba\u015f\u0131nda gibi duruyordu.<\/p>\n
“Hayat ya\u015fl\u0131 bir zenci herif i\u00e7in bile g\u00fczeldir, efendim.”<\/p>\n
“Bana s\u00f6ylersen birinin seni \u00f6ld\u00fcrece\u011fini mi ima ediyorsun?”<\/p>\n
Fakat ya\u015fl\u0131 adam tekrar gevelemeye ba\u015flad\u0131, g\u00f6zleri bu\u011fuluydu.<\/p>\n
“Birisi de\u011fil. Bir insan de\u011fil. Batakl\u0131klar\u0131n u\u011fursuz tanr\u0131lar\u0131. S\u0131rr\u0131m dokunulmazd\u0131r, Y\u00fcce \u0130blis taraf\u0131ndan korunuyor, t\u00fcm tanr\u0131lardan daha \u00fcst\u00fcnd\u00fcr. So\u011fuk dudaklar\u0131yla \u00f6pmesi i\u00e7in k\u00fc\u00e7\u00fck bir karde\u015f yollard\u0131 bana, kafas\u0131nda beyaz hilal olan k\u00fc\u00e7\u00fck bir karde\u015f. Beni zuvambilerin yarat\u0131c\u0131s\u0131 yapt\u0131\u011f\u0131nda ruhumu Y\u00fcce \u0130blis’e satt\u0131m-“<\/p>\n
Buckner kaskat\u0131 oldu.<\/p>\n
“Bu kelimeyi daha \u00f6nce duymu\u015ftum,” dedi usulca, “\u00e7ocukken, \u00f6lmekte olan bir zencinin dudaklar\u0131ndan \u00e7\u0131km\u0131\u015ft\u0131. Ne anlama geliyor?”<\/p>\n
Korku ya\u015fl\u0131 Jacob’un g\u00f6zlerini doldurdu.<\/p>\n
“Ne dedim ben? Hay\u0131r- hay\u0131r! Hi\u00e7bir \u015fey s\u00f6ylemedim.”<\/p>\n
“Zuvambi”, diye tekrarlad\u0131 Buckner.<\/p>\n
“Zuvambi,” ya\u015fl\u0131 adam da ayn\u0131 \u015fekilde tekrarlad\u0131, g\u00f6zleri ifadesizdi. “Bir zamanlar kad\u0131n olan bir zuvambi, K\u00f6le Sahilinde iyi bilinirler. Haiti’nin tepelerinde geceleri f\u0131s\u0131ldayan davullar onlar\u0131 anlat\u0131r. Zuvambi yarat\u0131c\u0131lar\u0131 Damballah halk\u0131n\u0131n \u015ferefidir. Beyazlara bundan bahsetmenin sonu \u00f6l\u00fcmd\u00fcr, Y\u0131lan Tanr\u0131’n\u0131n yasak s\u0131rlar\u0131ndan biridir bu.”<\/p>\n
Buckner yava\u015f\u00e7a “Zuvambilerden bahsediyorsun,” dedi.<\/p>\n
“Bundan bahsetmemeliyim,” diye homurdand\u0131 ya\u015fl\u0131 adam ve Griswell adam\u0131n sesli d\u00fc\u015f\u00fcnd\u00fc\u011f\u00fcn\u00fc fark etti, konu\u015ftu\u011funu fark edemeyecek kadar bunam\u0131\u015ft\u0131. “Hi\u00e7 bir beyaz, b\u00fcy\u00fcn\u00fcn Kara T\u00f6reninde dans etti\u011fimi, bir zamanlar zombilerin ve zuvambilerin yarat\u0131c\u0131s\u0131 oldu\u011fumu bilmemeli. Y\u00fcce Y\u0131lan \u00e7enesi d\u00fc\u015f\u00fck olanlar\u0131 \u00f6l\u00fcmle cezaland\u0131r\u0131r.”<\/p>\n
“Zuvambiler kad\u0131n m\u0131d\u0131r?” diye sordu Buckner.<\/p>\n
“Kad\u0131nd\u0131,” diye m\u0131r\u0131ldand\u0131 zenci. “Zuvambi yaratt\u0131\u011f\u0131m\u0131 biliyordu, kul\u00fcbeme geldi ve \u00f6\u011f\u00fct\u00fclm\u00fc\u015f y\u0131lan kemikleriyle vampir yarasa kan\u0131ndan ve gece ku\u015funun kanatlar\u0131ndaki \u00e7iyden ve di\u011fer ad\u0131 konulmam\u0131\u015f elementlerden korkun\u00e7 bir kar\u0131\u015f\u0131m yapmam\u0131 istedi. Kara t\u00f6rende dans etti zuvambi olmaya haz\u0131rd\u0131, kar\u0131\u015f\u0131m gerekliydi sadece, di\u011feri ise g\u00fczeldi onu reddedemedim.”<\/p>\n
“Kim?” diye gergin bir \u015fekilde sordu Buckner, ama ihtiyar adam\u0131n ba\u015f\u0131 g\u00f6\u011fs\u00fcne g\u00f6m\u00fcld\u00fc ve tek kelime dahi etmedi. Otururken kendinden ge\u00e7mi\u015f gibi g\u00f6r\u00fcn\u00fcyordu. Buckner onu sallad\u0131. “Kad\u0131n\u0131 zuvambi yapmak i\u00e7in bir kar\u0131\u015f\u0131m vermi\u015ftin, zuvambi ne demek oluyor?”<\/p>\n
\u0130htiyar k\u0131zg\u0131n bir \u015fekilde g\u00fcveci kar\u0131\u015ft\u0131rd\u0131 ve uykulu vaziyette m\u0131r\u0131ldand\u0131.<\/p>\n
“Bir zuvambi art\u0131k insan de\u011fildir. Ne akrabalar\u0131n\u0131 ne de arkada\u015flar\u0131n\u0131 tan\u0131r. Kara Alemin bir par\u00e7as\u0131d\u0131r art\u0131k. \u0130blisleri, bayku\u015flar\u0131, yarasalar\u0131, y\u0131lanlar\u0131 ve kurtadamlar\u0131 kontrol eder, k\u00fc\u00e7\u00fck bir \u0131\u015f\u0131\u011f\u0131 yok etmek i\u00e7in karanl\u0131\u011f\u0131 getirebilir. Kur\u015fun veya \u00e7elikle yok edilebilir, e\u011fer bu \u015fekilde \u00f6ld\u00fcr\u00fclemezse sonsuza kadar ya\u015far ve insanlar\u0131n yedi\u011fi hi\u00e7 bir \u015feyi yemez. Bir ma\u011farada ya da eski bir evde yarasa gibi ya\u015far. Zaman bir zuvambi i\u00e7in pek bir \u015fey ifade etmez; bir saat, bir g\u00fcn, bir y\u0131l, hepsi ayn\u0131 \u015fey. Ne insan gibi konu\u015fur ne de insan gibi d\u00fc\u015f\u00fcn\u00fcr fakat ya\u015fayanlar\u0131 sesiyle hipnotize edebilir ve birini \u00f6ld\u00fcrd\u00fc\u011f\u00fcnde cesedi so\u011fuyana kadar cans\u0131z bedenini kullanabilir. Kan akt\u0131\u011f\u0131 s\u00fcrece ceset onun k\u00f6lesidir. \u0130nsanlar\u0131 \u00f6ld\u00fcrmenin hazz\u0131yla tatmin olur.”<\/p>\n
“Neden bir insan zuvambi olmak ister ki?” diye sordu Buckner usulca.<\/p>\n
“Kin”, diye f\u0131s\u0131ldad\u0131 ihtiyar adam. “Nefret! \u0130ntikam!”<\/p>\n
“Ad\u0131 Joan m\u0131yd\u0131?” diye m\u0131r\u0131ldad\u0131 Buckner.<\/p>\n
Sanki bu isim b\u00fcy\u00fcc\u00fc adam\u0131n bu\u011fulu ihtiyar zihnini delip ge\u00e7mi\u015f gibiydi. Silkelendi ve \u0131\u015f\u0131k g\u00f6zlerinde soldu, solarken de yerine \u0131slak simsiyah mermer gibi bir \u0131\u015f\u0131lt\u0131 b\u0131rakt\u0131.<\/p>\n
“Joan?” dedi yava\u015f\u00e7a. “Bu isim bir ku\u015fak boyunca an\u0131lmam\u0131\u015ft\u0131. San\u0131r\u0131m uyuya kalm\u0131\u015f\u0131m beyefendiler, hat\u0131rlayam\u0131yorum, ba\u011f\u0131\u015flay\u0131n l\u00fctfen. \u0130htiyarlar, ya\u015fl\u0131 k\u00f6pekler gibi ate\u015fin \u00f6n\u00fcnde uyuya kal\u0131rlar i\u015fte. Blassenville Malikanesini mi sormu\u015ftunuz? Efendim, size neden cevap veremeyece\u011fimi a\u00e7\u0131klayacak olsayd\u0131m, bunu \u00f6nemsiz bir hurafe olarak g\u00f6r\u00fcrd\u00fcn\u00fcz. Lakin \u0130sa \u015fahidim olsun-“<\/p>\n
Konu\u015furken oca\u011f\u0131n kar\u015f\u0131s\u0131nda ki odunlara uzan\u0131yordu, oradan odun y\u0131\u011f\u0131nlar\u0131n\u0131n aras\u0131ndan yakacak odun topluyordu.\u00a0 Aniden ba\u011f\u0131rarak kolunu geri \u00e7ekti. Ve onunla birlikte deh\u015fet sa\u00e7an, korkun\u00e7 bir \u015fey de beraberinde geldi. B\u00fcy\u00fcc\u00fc ihtiyar\u0131n koluna ebruli \u015fekilli bir \u015fey sar\u0131l\u0131yd\u0131, kama \u015fekilli \u015feytani bir ba\u015f suskun hiddetiyle tekrar sald\u0131rd\u0131. Ya\u015fl\u0131 adam \u00e7\u0131\u011fl\u0131klar, a\u011flamalar e\u015fli\u011finde kaynayan tencereye do\u011fru oca\u011f\u0131n \u00fczerine d\u00fc\u015ft\u00fc, b\u00fct\u00fcn k\u00f6zler da\u011f\u0131ld\u0131, Buckner yanan k\u00fct\u00fcklerden biri kap\u0131p o yass\u0131 ba\u015f\u0131 ezdi. K\u00fcfrederek d\u00fc\u011f\u00fcmlenen, b\u00fckl\u00fcm b\u00fckl\u00fcm olmu\u015f g\u00f6vdeyi bir kenara att\u0131, par\u00e7alanm\u0131\u015f kafaya bir s\u00fcre sert\u00e7e bakt\u0131. \u0130htiyar Jackob \u00e7\u0131\u011fl\u0131k atmay\u0131 ve k\u0131vranmay\u0131 b\u0131rakm\u0131\u015ft\u0131, cam gibi g\u00f6zleriyle tavana bakarken yerde \u00f6ylece yat\u0131yordu.<\/p>\n
“\u00d6ld\u00fc m\u00fc?” diye f\u0131s\u0131ldad\u0131 Griswell.<\/p>\n
“K\u00f6r m\u00fcs\u00fcn, \u00f6lm\u00fc\u015f”, diye tersledi Buckner, \u00f6lmekte olan s\u00fcr\u00fcngene do\u011fru ka\u015flar\u0131n\u0131 \u00e7att\u0131. “Bu lanet y\u0131lan damarlar\u0131na onun gibi d\u00fczinelerce ya\u015fl\u0131 herifi \u00f6ld\u00fcrebilecek kadar zehir bast\u0131. Ama bence onu \u00f6ld\u00fcren \u015fey \u015fok ve korkuydu.”<\/p>\n
“Ne yapaca\u011f\u0131z?” diye sordu Griswell titreyerek.<\/p>\n
“Cesedi ranzada b\u0131rakaca\u011f\u0131z. E\u011fer kap\u0131y\u0131 g\u00fc\u00e7lendirirsek hi\u00e7 bir yabani domuz ya da kedi zarar veremez. Yar\u0131n da \u015fehre ta\u015f\u0131r\u0131z. Bu gece yapmam\u0131z gereken \u015feyler var. Hadi gidelim.”<\/p>\n
Griswell cesede dokunurken i\u00e7ine ka\u00e7t\u0131 ama Buckner’a ranzaya ta\u015f\u0131mas\u0131nda yard\u0131m etti ve t\u00f6kezleye t\u00f6kezleye kul\u00fcbeden d\u0131\u015far\u0131 \u00e7\u0131kt\u0131. G\u00fcne\u015f, parlak k\u0131rm\u0131z\u0131 aleviyle a\u011fa\u00e7lar\u0131n siyah g\u00f6vdeleri boyunca g\u00f6r\u00fcl\u00fcrken ufkun \u00fczerinde geziniyordu. Sessizce arabaya bindiler ve engebeli arazide geri d\u00f6nd\u00fcler.<\/p>\n
Griswell, “Y\u00fcce Y\u0131lan\u0131n karde\u015flerinden birini g\u00f6nderece\u011fini s\u00f6ylemi\u015fti,” diye m\u0131r\u0131ldand\u0131.<\/p>\n
“Sa\u00e7mal\u0131k!” diye \u00e7\u0131k\u0131\u015ft\u0131 Buckner. “Y\u0131lanlar s\u0131ca\u011f\u0131 sever, o batakl\u0131k da y\u0131lanlarla dolu. \u0130\u00e7eri s\u00fcz\u00fcl\u00fcp odunlar\u0131n aras\u0131nda s\u0131v\u0131\u015fm\u0131\u015ft\u0131r. \u0130htiyar Jacob da onu rahats\u0131z edince \u0131s\u0131rd\u0131. Do\u011fa\u00fcst\u00fc bir \u015fey yok bunda.” K\u0131sa bir sessizlikten sonra da farkl\u0131 bir ses tonuyla \u015funlar\u0131 dedi. “Hayat\u0131mda ilk kez \u00e7\u0131nlamadan sald\u0131ran bir \u00e7\u0131ng\u0131rakl\u0131 g\u00f6rd\u00fcm, ve yine ilk defa kafas\u0131nda beyaz bir hilal olan y\u0131lan g\u00f6rd\u00fcm.”<\/p>\n
\u0130kisi de tekrar konu\u015fmadan \u00f6nce ana yola do\u011fru d\u00f6n\u00fcyorlard\u0131.<\/p>\n
“Sence Joan bunca y\u0131ld\u0131r o evde mi dola\u015f\u0131yor?” diye sordu Griswell.<\/p>\n
Buckner b\u00fct\u00fcn kasvetiyle “\u0130htiyar Jacob’un dediklerini duydun,” diye cevaplad\u0131. “Bir zuvambi i\u00e7in zaman\u0131n bir \u00f6nemi yok.”<\/p>\n
Son viraj\u0131 al\u0131rlarken, Griswell k\u0131rm\u0131z\u0131 g\u00fcn bat\u0131m\u0131na kar\u015f\u0131 heybetli Blassenville Malikanesinin g\u00f6r\u00fcnt\u00fcs\u00fcne kendini haz\u0131rlad\u0131.\u00a0 G\u00f6r\u00fc\u015f\u00fcne girdi\u011finde hayk\u0131rmamak i\u00e7in dudaklar\u0131n\u0131 \u0131s\u0131rd\u0131. Bu esrarl\u0131 korkunun izleri t\u00fcm g\u00fcc\u00fcyle geri d\u00f6nm\u00fc\u015ft\u00fc. Yolun yan\u0131ndaki bekleme noktas\u0131na geldiklerinde kurumu\u015f dudaklar\u0131 “Bak!” diye f\u0131s\u0131ldad\u0131. Buckner homurdand\u0131. Ge\u00e7idin korkuluklar\u0131ndan h\u0131zla g\u00fcn bat\u0131m\u0131na do\u011fru k\u0131rm\u0131z\u0131 par\u0131lt\u0131ya kar\u015f\u0131 simsiyah u\u00e7an bir g\u00fcvercin bulutu kalkt\u0131.<\/p>\n
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“Miss Celia was the proudest of them all,” the old man muttered. “The proudest and the cruelest. The black people hated her; Joan most of all. Joan had white blood in her, and she was proud, too. Miss Celia whipped her like a slave.”<\/p>\n
“What is the secret of Blassenville Manor?” persisted Buckner.<\/p>\n
The film faded from the old man’s eyes; they were dark as moonlit wells.<\/p>\n
“What secret, sir? I do not understand.”<\/p>\n
“Yes, you do. For years that old house has stood there with its mystery. You know the key to its riddle.”<\/p>\n
The old man stirred the stew. He seemed perfectly rational now.<\/p>\n
“Sir, life is sweet, even to an old black man.”<\/p>\n
“You mean somebody would kill you if you told me?”<\/p>\n
But the old man was mumbling again, his eyes clouded.<\/p>\n
“Not somebody. No human. No human being. The black gods of the swamps. My secret is inviolate, guarded by the Big Serpent, the god above all gods. He would send a little brother to kiss me with his cold lips-a little brother with a white crescent moon on his head. I sold my soul to the Big Serpent when he made me maker of zuvembies-“<\/p>\n
Buckner stiffened.<\/p>\n
“I heard that word once before,” he said softly, “from the lips of a dying black man, when I was a child. What does it mean?”<\/p>\n
Fear filled the eyes of old Jacob.<\/p>\n
“What have I said? No-no! I said nothing.”<\/p>\n
“Zuvembies,” prompted Buckner.<\/p>\n
“Zuvembies,” mechanically repeated the old man, his eyes vacant. “A zuvembie was once a woman-on the Slave Coast they know of them. The drums that whisper by night in the hills of Haiti tell of them. The makers of zuvembies are honored of the people of Damballah. It is death to speak of it to a white man-it is one of the Snake God’s forbidden secrets.”<\/p>\n
“You speak of the zuvembies,” said Buckner softly.<\/p>\n
“I must not speak of it,” mumbled the old man, and Griswell realized that he was thinking aloud, too far gone in his dotage to be aware that he was speaking at all. “No white man must know that I danced in the Black Ceremony of the voodoo, and was made a maker of zombies and zuvembies. The Big Snake punishes loose tongues with death.”<\/p>\n
“A zuvembie is a woman?” prompted Buckner.<\/p>\n
“Was a woman,” the old Negro muttered. “She knew I was a maker of zuvembies-she came and stood in my hut and asked for the awful brew-the brew of ground snake-bones, and the blood of vampire bats, and the dew from a nighthawk’s wings, and other elements unnamable. She had danced in the Black Ceremony-she was ripe to become a zuvembie-the Black Brew was all that was needed-the other was beautiful-I could not refuse her.”<\/p>\n
“Who?” demanded Buckner tensely, but the old man’s head was sunk on his withered breast, and he did not reply. He seemed to slumber as he sat. Buckner shook him. “You gave a brew to make a woman a zuvembie-what is a zuvembie?”<\/p>\n
The old man stirred resentfully and muttered drowsily.<\/p>\n
“A zuvembie is no longer human. It knows neither relatives nor friends. It is one with the people of the Black World. It commands the natural demons-owls, bats, snakes and werewolves, and can fetch darkness to blot out a little light. It can be slain by lead or steel, but unless it is slain thus, it lives for ever, and it eats no such food as humans eat. It dwells like a bat in a cave or an old house. Time means naught to the zuvembie; an hour, a day, a year, all is one. It cannot speak human words, nor think as a human thinks, but it can hypnotize the living by the sound of its voice, and when it slays a man, it can command his lifeless body until the flesh is cold. As long as the blood flows, the corpse is its slave. Its pleasure lies in the slaughter of human beings.”<\/p>\n
“And why should one become a zuvembie?” asked Buckner softly.<\/p>\n
“Hate,” whispered the old man. “Hate! Revenge!”<\/p>\n
“Was her name Joan?” murmured Buckner.<\/p>\n
It was as if the name penetrated the fogs of senility that clouded the voodoo-man’s mind. He shook himself and the film faded from his eyes, leaving them hard and gleaming as wet black marble.<\/p>\n
“Joan?” he said slowly. “I have not heard that name for the span of a generation. I seem to have been sleeping, gentlemen; I do not remember-I ask your pardon. Old men fall asleep before the fire, like old dogs. You asked me of Blassenville Manor? Sir, if I were to tell you why I cannot answer you, you would deem it mere superstition. Yet the white man’s God be my witness-“<\/p>\n
As he spoke he was reaching across the hearth for a piece of firewood, groping among the heaps of sticks there. And his voice broke in a scream, as he jerked back his arm convulsively. And a horrible, thrashing, trailing thing came with it. Around the voodoo-man’s arm a mottled length of that shape was wrapped, and a wicked wedge-shaped head struck again in silent fury.<\/p>\n
The old man fell on the hearth, screaming, upsetting the simmering pot and scattering the embers, and then Buckner caught up a billet of firewood and crushed that flat head. Cursing, he kicked aside the knotting, twisting trunk, glaring briefly at the mangled head. Old Jacob had ceased screaming and writhing; he lay still, staring glassily upward.<\/p>\n
“Dead?” whispered Griswell.<\/p>\n
“Dead as Judas Iscariot,” snapped Buckner, frowning at the twitching reptile. “That infernal snake crammed enough poison into his veins to kill a dozen men his age. But I think it was the shock and fright that killed him.”<\/p>\n
“What shall we do?” asked Griswell, shivering.<\/p>\n
“Leave the body on that bunk. Nothin’ can hurt it, if we bolt the door so the wild hogs can’t get in, or any cat. We’ll carry it into town tomorrow. We’ve got work to do tonight. Let’s get goin’.”<\/p>\n
Griswell shrank from touching the corpse, but he helped Buckner lift it on the rude bunk, and then stumbled hastily out of the hut. The sun was hovering above the horizon, visible in dazzling red flame through the black stems of the trees. They climbed into the car in silence, and went bumping back along the stumpy terrain.<\/p>\n
“He said the Big Snake would send one of his brothers,” muttered Griswell.<\/p>\n
“Nonsense!” snorted Buckner. “Snakes like warmth, and that swamp is full of them. It crawled in and coiled up among that firewood. Old Jacob disturbed it, and it bit him. Nothin’ supernatural about that.” After a short silence he said, in a different voice, “That was the first time I ever saw a rattler strike without singin’; and the first time I ever saw a snake with a white crescent moon on its head.”<\/p>\n
They were turning in to the main road before either spoke again.<\/p>\n
“You think that the mulatto Joan has skulked in the house all these years?” Griswell asked.<\/p>\n
“You heard what old Jacob said,” answered Buckner grimly. “Time means nothin’ to a zuvembie.”<\/p>\n
As they made the last turn in the road, Griswell braced himself against the sight of Blassenville Manor looming black against the red sunset. When it came into view he bit his lip to keep from shrieking. The suggestion of cryptic horror came back in all its power.<\/p>\n
“Look!” he whispered from dry lips as they came to a halt beside the road. Buckner grunted.<\/p>\n
From the balustrades of the gallery rose a whirling cloud of pigeons that swept away into the sunset, black against the lurid glare.<\/p>\n
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