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later, and quickly walked to the door of the pub, waving his hand for the Count and Countess to follow him. Nanook and Jian trailed behind, and attempted to show the deference required from the servants that they were both pretending to be.
    Harland held the door for all of them, and then scurried ahead to walk beside Isi.
    “There’s a tailor’s just a spot up this way, Countess,” Harland said. “Do you think you’ll be needing some things for yourself, as well? There’s a lady’s shop across the street from the tailor’s that we are headed to. Of course, it may not be quite of the caliber that I am sure you’re used to… How wonderful that you are from Russia, if I may say so. I have always hoped to travel on the Orient Express through your lands … and how exciting that your household help are so exotic themselves, Countess. An Indian and a Chinaman, just wonderful, daring really. Though your poor Chinaman seems not to know the language yet, or is he a mute? Such sad afflictions are all too common in the less developed countries … Oh! Here we are!”
    Harland’s monologue had taken them all the way from the pub to the tailors. Isi could hear a low rumbling sound, almost a growl, coming from each of the three Immortals, who were walking behind her. Harland was pushing all of their buttons; they were all starving for blood, and Harland, a giant bag of blood, was annoying them greatly. Harland needed to leave.
    Isi held out her hand to Harland, and said, “Thank you for your kind guidance, Mr. Fergusson. It was truly a pleasure to make your acquaintance, sir.”
    Harland bowed and kissed Isi’s offered hand. “The pleasure is all mine, my dear Countess, though we do not have to part now. You should go across the road, to the ladies shop, and I will stay here and assist the Count with your servant’s needs. You’ve all traveled so far, it really is the least that I can do.”
    There is no shaking this man, Isi thought, but he really shouldn’t have to become someone’s next meal, just because he’s clueless.
    “Okay, Mr. Fergusson, if you insist,” Isi said. “Chivalry has not died yet in England, if you are any example, sir. I am all set with my wardrobe though, so I’ll stay here with you men, if you don’t mind.”
    Harland broke into his biggest smile yet and said, “Oh, that would be absolutely lovely Countess, and please, do call me Harland. While the gentlemen are dressing themselves, perhaps you could share some stories of old Russia with me? I have a dear friend who is a writer, and I cannot wait to tell him about meeting all of you. In fact, perhaps we could all grab a bite together, after we are done here? Bram is always at the Rose Tavern around six – which is only a short walk from here. They do serve a delightful supper there, I must say.”
    Before Isi could reply, Afon doffed his hat at Harland and said, “Yes, I am very much craving a good meal, Mr. Fergusson.”
    Afon stared at Harland, his blue eyes drilled into him. He was giving Harland a chance to notice that something was not quite right … giving him a chance to run.
    Harland stayed oblivious though, and said, “Superb, my dear Count, a bit of clothing, and then a bit of good cooking. Brilliant! Now, let me introduce you to the tailor …”
    Isi watched Harland lead Afon, Nanook, and Jian across the store, and tried to think of a way to stop what was bound to happen to this nice man, after they left the tailors. Will the Immortals let Harland live long enough to make it to dinner? And, if I can’t stop them, will it even matter? They need to feed and, if it won’t affect future events, I’m not sure if I should stop the Immortals from getting the blood that they need. Our goal as a group is infinitely more important than the life of any one man, but maybe they could feed off of Harland lightly? They don’t need to totally drain him in order to save themselves … a few pints should