Chapter 2

by Bram Stoker

　　Jonathan Harker's Journal Continued5 May.--I must have been asleep, for certainly if I had been fullyawake I must have noticed the approach of such a remarkable place.In the gloom the courtyard looked of considerable size,and as several dark ways led from it under great round arches,it perhaps seemed bigger than it really is. I have not yet beenable to see it by daylight.When the caleche stopped, the driver jumped down and held out his hand toassist me to alight. Again I could not but notice his prodigious strength.His hand actually seemed like a steel vice that could have crushedmine if he had chosen. Then he took my traps, and placed them onthe ground beside me as I stood close to a great door, old and studdedwith large iron nails, and set in a projecting doorway of massive stone.I could see even in th e dim light that the stone was massively carved,but that the carving had been much worn by time and weather.As I stood, the driver jumped again into his seat and shook the reins.The horses started forward,and trap and all disappeared down one ofthe dark openings.I stood in silence where I was, for I did not know what to do.Of bell or knocker there was no sign. Through these frowningwalls and dark window openings it was not likely that myvoice could penetrate. The time I waited seemed endless,and I felt doubts and fears crowding upon me. What sortof place had I come to, and among what kind of people?What sort of grim adventure was it on which I had embarked?Was this a customary incident in the life of a solicitor'sclerk sent out to explain the purchase of a London estateto a foreigner? Solicitor's clerk! Mina would not like that.Solicitor, for just before leaving London I got word that myexamination was successful, and I am now a full-blown solicitor!I began to rub my eyes and pinch myself to see if I were awake.It all seemed like a horrible nightmare to me, and I expectedthat I should suddenly awake, and find myself at home,with the dawn struggling in through the windows, as I hadnow and again felt in the morning after a day of overwork.But my flesh answered the pinching test, and my eyes were notto be deceived. I was indeed awake and among the Carpathians.All I could do now was to be patient, and to wait thecoming of morning.Just as I had come to this conclusion I heard a heavy step approaching behindthe great door, and saw through the chinks the gleam of a coming light.Then there was the sound of rattling chains and the clanking of massive boltsdrawn back. A key was turned with the loud grating noise of long disuse,and the great door swung back.Within, stood a tall old man, clean shaven save for a long white moustache,and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colourabout him anywhere. He held in his hand an antique silver lamp, in whichthe flame burned without a chimney or globe of any kind, throwing longquivering shadows as it flickered in the draught of the open door.The old man motioned me in with his right hand with a courtly gesture,saying in excellent English, but with a strange intonation."Welcome to my house! Enter freely and of your own free will!"He made no motion of stepping to meet me, but stood like astatue,as though his gesture of welcome had fixed him into stone.The instant, however, that I had stepped over the threshold,he moved impulsively forward, and holding out his handgrasped mine with a strength which made me wince, an effectwhich was not lessened by the fact that it seemed coldas ice, more like the hand of a dead than a living man.Again he said."Welcome to my house! Enter freely. Go safely, and leavesomething of the happiness you bring!" The strength ofthe handshake was so much akin to that which I had noticedin the driver, whose face I had not seen, that for a moment Idoubted if it were not the same person to whom I was speaking.So to make sure, I said interrogatively, "Count Dracula?"He bowed in a courtly was as he replied, "I am Dracula, and I bidyou welcome, Mr. Harker, to my house. Come in, the night airis chill, and you must need to eat and rest."As he was speaking,he put the lamp on a bracket on the wall, and stepping out,took my luggage. He had carried it in before I could forestall him.I protested, but he insisted."Nay, sir, you are my guest. It is late, and my people are not available.Let me see to your comfort myself."He insisted on carrying my trapsalong the passage, and then up a great winding stair, and alonganother great passage, on whose stone floor our steps rang heavily.At the end of this he threw open a heavy door, and I rejoiced to seewithin a well-lit room in which a table was spread for supper,and on whose mighty hearth a great fire of logs, freshly replenished,flamed and flared.The Count halted, putting down my bags, closed the door, and crossingthe room, opened another door, which led into a small octagonal roomlit by a single lamp, and seemingly without a window of any sort.Passing through this, he opened another door, and motioned me to enter.It was a welcome sight. For here was a great bedroom well lightedand warmed with another log fire, also added to but lately, for the toplogs were fresh, which sent a hollow roar up the wide chimney.The Count himself left my luggage inside and withdrew, saying, before heclosed the door."You will need, after your journey, to refresh yourselfby making your toilet. I trust you will find all you wish.When you are ready, come into the other room, where you willfind your supper prepared."The light and warmth and the Count's courteous welcome seemedto have dissipated all my doubts and fears. Having then reachedmy normal state, I discovered that I was half famished with hunger.So making a hasty toilet, I went into the other room.I found supper already laid out. My host, who stood on oneside of the great fireplace, leaning against the stonework,made a graceful wave of his hand to the table, and said,"I pray you, be seated and sup how you please. You will I trust,excuse me that I do not join you, but I have dined already,and I do not sup."I handed to him the sealed letter which Mr. Hawkins had entrusted to me.He opened it and read it gravely. Then, with a charming smile, he handed itto me to read. One passage of it, at least, gave me a thrill of pleasure."I must regret that an attack of gout, from which malady I am a constantsufferer, forbids absolutely any travelling on my part for some time to come.But I am happy to say I can send a sufficient substitute, one in whomI have every possible confidence. He is a young man, full of energyand talent in his own way, and of a very faithful disposition.He is discreet and silent, and has grown into manhood in my service.He shall be ready to attend on you when you will during his stay,and shall take your instructions in all matters."The count himself came forward and took off the cover of a dish,and I fell to at once on an excellent roast chicken.This, with some cheese and a salad and a bottle of old tokay,of which I had two glasses, was my supper. During the time Iwas eating it the Count asked me many question as to my journey,and I told him by degrees all I had experienced.By this time I had finished my supper,and by my host's desire had drawnup a chair by the fire and begun to smoke a cigar which he offered me,at the same time excusing himself that he did not smoke.I had now an opportunity of observing him, and found him of avery marked physiognomy.His face was a strong, a very strong, aquiline, with high bridge ofthe thin nose and peculiarly arched nostrils, with lofty domed forehead,and hair growing scantily round the temples but profusely elsewhere.His eyebrows were very massive, almost meeting over the nose,and with bushy hair that seemed to curl in its own profusion.The mouth, so far as I could see it under the heavy moustache,was fixed and rather cruel-looking, with peculiarly sharpwhite teeth. These protruded over the lips, whose remarkableruddiness showed astonishing vitality in a man of his years.For the rest, his ears were pale, and at the tops extremely pointed.The chin was broad and strong, and the cheeks firm though thin.The general effect was one of extraordinary pallor.Hitherto I had noticed the backs of his hands as they lay on hisknees in the firelight, and they had seemed rather white and fine.But seeing them now close to me, I could not but noticethat they were rather coarse, broad, with squat fingers.Strange to say, there were hairs in the centre of the palm.The nails were long and fine, and cut to a sharp point.As the Count leaned over me and his hands touched me, I couldnot repress a shudder. It may have been that his breath was rank,but a horrible feeling of nausea came over me, which, do whatI would, I could not conceal.The Count, evidently noticing it, drew back. And with a grim sortof smile, which showed more than he had yet done his protruberant teeth,sat himself down again on his own side of the fireplace.We were both silent for a while, and as I looked towardsthe window I saw the first dim streak of the coming dawn.There seemed a strange stillness over everything. But as I listened,I heard as if from down below in the valley the howling of many wolves.The Count's eyes gleamed, and he said."Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!"Seeing, I suppose, some expression in my face strange to him, he added,"Ah, sir, you dwellers in the city cannot enter into the feelingsof the hunter." Then he rose and said."But you must be tired. Your bedroom is all ready,and tomorrow you shall sleep as late as you will. I haveto be away till the afternoon, so sleep well and dream well!"With a courteous bow, he opened for me himself the doorto the octagonal room, and I entered my bedroom.I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt. I fear.I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul.God keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me!7 May.--It is again early morning, but I have rested and enjoyedthe last twenty-four hours. I slept till late in the day,and awoke of my own accord. When I had dressed myself Iwent into the room where we had supped, and found a coldbreakfast laid out, with coffee kept hot by the pot beingplaced on the hearth. There was a card on the table,on which was written--"I have to be absent for a while.Do not wait for me. D." I set to and enjoyed a hearty meal.When I had done, I looked for a bell, so that I might letthe servants know I had finished, but I could not find one.There are certainly odd deficiencies in the house, consideringthe extraordinary evidences of wealth which are round me.The table service is of gold, and so beautifully wroughtthat it must be of immense value. The curtains and upholsteryof the chairs and sofas and the hangings of my bed areof the costliest and most beautiful fabrics, and must havebeen of fabulous value when they were made, for they arecenturies old, though in excellent order. I saw somethinglike them in Hampton Court, but they were worn and frayed andmoth-eaten. But still in none of the rooms is there a mirror.There is not even a toilet glass on my table, and I had to getthe little shaving glass from my bag before I could either shaveor brush my hair. I have not yet seen a servant anywhere,or heard a sound near the castle except the howling of wolves.Some time after I had finished my meal, I do not know whetherto call it breakfast of dinner, for it was between five and sixo'clock when I had it, I looked about for something to read,for I did not like to go about the castle until I had askedthe Count's permission. There was absolutely nothing inthe room, book, newspaper, or even writing materials, so Iopened another door in the room and found a sort of library.The door opposite mine I tried, but found locked.In the library I found, to my great delight, a vast number of English books,whole shelves full of them, and bound volumes of magazines and newspapers.A table in the center was littered with English magazines and newspapers,though none of them were of very recent date. The books were of the mostvaried kind, history, geography, politics, political economy, botany, geology,law, all relating to England and English life and customs and manners.There were even such books of reference as the London Directory, the "Red"and "Blue" books, Whitaker's Almanac, the Army and Navy Lists, and it somehowgladdened my heart to see it, the Law List.Whilst I was looking at the books, the door opened, and the Count entered.He saluted me in a hearty way, and hoped that I had had a good night's rest.Then he went on."I am glad you found your way in here, for I am sure thereis much that will interest you. These companions," and he laidhis hand on some of the books, "have been good friends to me,and for some years past, ever since I had the idea of going to London,have given me many, many hours of pleasure. Through them I havecome to know your great England, and to know her is to love her.I long to go through the crowded streets of your mighty London,to be in the midst of the whirl and rush of humanity, to shareits life, its change, its death, and all that makes it what it is.But alas! As yet I only know your tongue through books.To you, my friend, I look that I know it to speak.""But, Count," I said, "You know and speak English thoroughly!"He bowed gravely."I thank you, my friend, for your all too-flattering estimate,but yet I fear that I am but a little way on the road I would travel.True, I know the grammar and the words, but yet I know not howto speak them."Indeed," I said, "You speak excellently.""Not so," he answered. "Well, I know that, did I move andspeak in your London, none there are who would not know mefor a stranger. That is not enough for me. Here I am noble.I am a Boyar. The common people know me, and I am master.But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one. Men know him not,and to know not is to care not for. I am content if I amlike the rest, so that no man stops if he sees me, or pausesin his speaking if he hears my words, `Ha, ha! A stranger!'I have been so long master that I would be master still,or at least that none other should be master of me.You come to me not alone as agent of my friend Peter Hawkins,of Exeter, to tell me all about my new estate in London.You shall, I trust, rest here with me a while, so that by ourtalking I may learn the English intonation. And I would that youtell me when I make error, even of the smallest, in my speaking.I am sorry that I had to be away so long today, but you will,I know forgive one who has so many important affairs in hand."Of course I said all I could about being willing,and asked if I might come into that room when I chose.He answered, "Yes, certainly," and added."You may go anywhere you wish in the castle, except where the doorsare locked, where of course you will not wish to go. There is reasonthat all things are as they are, and did you see with my eyesand know with my knowledge, you would perhaps better understand."I said I was sure of this, and then he went on."We are in Transylvania, and Transylvania is not England.Our ways are not your ways, and there shall be to you manystrange things. Nay, from what you have told me of yourexperiences already, you know something of what strange thingsthere may be."This led to much conversation, and as it was evident that he wantedto talk, if only for talking's sake, I asked him many questions regardingthings that had already happened to me or come within my notice.Sometimes he sheered off the subject, or turned the conversation by pretendingnot to understand, but generally he answered all I asked most frankly.Then as time went on, and I had got somewhat bolder, I asked himof some of the strange things of the preceding night, as for instance,why the coachman went to the places where he had seen the blue flames.He then explained to me that it was commonly believed that on a certainnight of the year, last night, in fact, when all evil spirits are supposedto have unchecked sway, a blue flame is seen over any place where treasurehas been concealed."That treasure has been hidden," he went on, "in the regionthrough which you came last night, there can be but little doubt.For it was the ground fought over for centuries by the Wallachian,the Saxon, and the Turk. Why, there is hardly a foot of soilin all this region that has not been enriched by the blood of men,patriots or invaders. In the old days there were stirring times,when the Austrian and the Hungarian came up in hordes, and the patriotswent out to meet them, men and women, the aged and the children too,and waited their coming on the rocks above the passes, that theymight sweep destruction on them with their artificial avalanches.When the invader was triumphant he found but little, for whateverthere was had been sheltered in the friendly soil.""But how," said I, "can it have remained so long undiscovered,when there is a sure index to it if men will but take the trouble to look?"The Count smiled, and as his lips ran back over his gums,the long, sharp, canine teeth showed out strangely. He answered."Because your peasant is at heart a coward and a fool!Those flames only appear on one night, and on that night no manof this land will, if he can help it, stir without his doors.And, dear sir, even if he did he would not know what to do.Why, even the peasant that you tell me of who marked the placeof the flame would not know where to look in daylight evenfor his own work. Even you would not, I dare be sworn,be able to find these places again?""There you are right," I said. "I know no more than the dead where evento look for them." Then we drifted into other matters."Come," he said at last, "tell me of London and of the housewhich you have procured for me." With an apology for my remissness,I went into my own room to get the papers from my bag.Whilst I was placing them in order I heard a rattling of chinaand silver in the next room, and as I passed through, noticed thatthe table had been cleared and the lamp lit, for it was by thistime deep into the dark. The lamps were also lit in the studyor library, and I found the Count lying on the sofa, reading,of all things in the world, and English Bradshaw's Guide.When I came in he cleared the books and papers from the table,and with him I went into plans and deeds and figures of all sorts.He was interested in everything, and asked me a myriad questionsabout the place and its surroundings. He clearly had studiedbeforehand all he could get on the subject of the neighborhood,for he evidently at the end knew very much more than I did.When I remarked this, he answered."Well, but, my friend, is it not needful that I should? When I go thereI shall be all alone, and my friend Harker Jonathan, nay, pardon me.I fall into my country's habit of putting your patronymic first,my friend Jonathan Harker will not be by my side to correct and aid me.He will be in Exeter, miles away, probably working at papers of the lawwith my other friend, Peter Hawkins. So!"We went thoroughly into the business of the purchaseof the estate at Purfleet. When I had told him the factsand got his signature to the necessary papers, and hadwritten a letter with them ready to post to Mr. Hawkins,he began to ask me how I had come across so suitable a place.I read to him the notes which I had made at the time,and which I inscribe here."At Purfleet, on a byroad, I came across just such a place as seemedto be required, and where was displayed a dilapidated notice that the placewas for sale. It was surrounded by a high wall, of ancient structure,built of heavy stones, and has not been repaired for a large number of years.The closed gates are of heavy old oak and iron, all eaten with rust."The estate is called Carfax, no doubt a corruption of the old Quatre Face,as the house is four sided, agreeing with the cardinal points of the compass.It contains in all some twenty acres, quite surrounded by the solidstone wall above mentioned. There are many trees on it, which make itin places gloomy, and there is a deep, dark-looking pond or small lake,evidently fed by some springs, as the water is clear and flows awayin a fair-sized stream. The house is very large and of all periods back,I should say, to mediaeval times, for one part is of stone immensely thick,with only a few windows high up and heavily barred with iron.It looks like part of a keep, and is close to an old chapel or church.I could not enter it, as I had not the key of the door leading to it fromthe house, but I have taken with my Kodak views of it from various points.The house had been added to, but in a very straggling way, and I canonly guess at the amount of ground it covers, which must be very great.There are but few houses close at hand, one being a very large houseonly recently added to and formed into a private lunatic asylum.It is not, however, visible from the grounds."When I had finished, he said, "I am glad that it is old and big.I myself am of an old family, and to live in a new housewould kill me. A house cannot be made habitable in a day,and after all, how few days go to make up a century.I rejoice also that there is a chapel of old times.We Transylvanian nobles love not to think that our bones maylie amongst the common dead. I seek not gaiety nor mirth,not the bright voluptuousness of much sunshine and sparklingwaters which please the young and gay. I am no longer young,and my heart, through weary years of mourning over the dead,is attuned to mirth. Moreover, the walls of my castle are broken.The shadows are many, and the wind breathes cold throughthe broken battlements and casements. I love the shade andthe shadow, and would be alone with my thoughts when I may."Somehow his words and his look did not seem to accord,or else it was that his cast of face made his smile lookmalignant and saturnine.Presently, with an excuse, he left me, asking me to pull my papers together.He was some little time away, and I began to look at some of the booksaround me. One was an atlas, which I found opened naturally to England,as if that map had been much used. On looking at it I found in certainplaces little rings marked, and on examining these I noticed that one wasnear London on the east side, manifestly where his new estate was situated.The other two were Exeter, and Whitby on the Yorkshire coast.It was the better part of an hour when the Count returned."Aha!" he said. "Still at your books? Good! But you must notwork always. Come! I am informed that your supper is ready."He took my arm, and we went into the next room, where I foundan excellent supper ready on the table. The Count againexcused himself, as he had dined out on his being away from home.But he sat as on the previous night, and chatted whilst I ate.After supper I smoked, as on the last evening, and the Countstayed with me, chatting and asking questions on everyconceivable subject, hour after hour. I felt that it wasgetting very late indeed, but I did not say anything, for Ifelt under obligation to meet my host's wishes in every way.I was not sleepy, as the long sleep yesterday had fortified me,but I could not help experiencing that chill which comesover one at the coming of the dawn, which is like, in its way,the turn of the tide. They say that people who are near deathdie generally at the change to dawn or at the turn of the tide.Anyone who has when tired, and tied as it were to his post,experienced this change in the atmosphere can well believe it.All at once we heard the crow of the cock coming up withpreternatural shrillness through the clear morning air.Count Dracula, jumping to his feet, said, "Why there is the morning again!How remiss I am to let you stay up so long. You must make yourconversation regarding my dear new country of England less interesting,so that I may not forget how time flies by us," and with a courtly bow,he quickly left me.I went into my room and drew the curtains, but there was little to notice.My window opened into the courtyard, all I could see was the warm greyof quickening sky. So I pulled the curtains again, and have writtenof this day.8 May.--I began to fear as I wrote in this book that Iwas getting too diffuse. But now I am glad that I wentinto detail from the first, for there is something so strangeabout this place and all in it that I cannot but feel uneasy.I wish I were safe out of it, or that I had never come.It may be that this strange night existence is telling on me,but would that that were all! If there were any one to talkto I could bear it, but there is no one. I have only the Countto speak with, and he--I fear I am myself the only living soulwithin the place. Let me be prosaiac so far as facts can be.It will help me to bear up, and imagination must not run riotwith me. If it does I am lost. Let me say at once how I stand,or seem to.I only slept a few hours when I went to bed,and feeling that Icould not sleep any more, got up. I had hung my shaving glassby the window, and was just beginning to shave. Suddenly I felta hand on my shoulder, and heard the Count's voice saying to me,"Good morning." I started, for it amazed me that I had not seen him,since the reflection of the glass covered the whole room behind me.In starting I had cut myself slightly, but did not noticeit at the moment. Having answered the Count's salutation,I turned to the glass again to see how I had been mistaken.This time there could be no error, for the man was close to me,and I could see him over my shoulder. But there was no reflectionof him in the mirror! The whole room behind me was displayed,but there was no sign of a man in it, except myself.This was startling, and coming on the top of so manystrange things, was beginning to increase that vague feelingof uneasiness which I always have when the Count is near.But at the instant I saw the the cut had bled a little,and the blood was trickling over my chin. I laid down the razor,turning as I did so half round to look for some sticking plaster.When the Count saw my face, his eyes blazed with a sortof demoniac fury, and he suddenly made a grab at my throat.I drew away and his hand touched the string of beadswhich held the crucifix. It made an instant change in him,for the fury passed so quickly that I could hardly believethat it was ever there."Take care," he said, "take care how you cut yourself.It is more dangerous that you think in this country."Then seizing the shaving glass, he went on, "And this isthe wretched thing that has done the mischief. It is a foulbauble of man's vanity. Away with it!" And opening the windowwith one wrench of his terrible hand, he flung out the glass,which was shattered into a thousand pieces on the stonesof the courtyard far below. Then he withdrew without a word.It is very annoying, for I do not see how I am to shave,unless in my watch-case or the bottom of the shaving pot,which is fortunately of metal.When I went into the dining room, breakfast was prepared,but I could not find the Count anywhere. So I breakfasted alone.It is strange that as yet I have not seen the Count eat or drink.He must be a very peculiar man! After breakfast I dida little exploring in the castle. I went out on the stairs,and found a room looking towards the South.The view was magnificent, and from where I stood there was everyopportunity of seeing it. The castle is on the very edgeof a terrific precipice. A stone falling from the windowwould fall a thousand feet without touching anything!As far as the eye can reach is a sea of green tree tops,with occasionally a deep rift where there is a chasm.Here and there are silver threads where the rivers wind in deepgorges through the forests.But I am not in heart to describe beauty, for when I had seenthe view I explored further. Doors, doors, doors everywhere,and all locked and bolted. In no place save from thewindows in the castle walls is there an available exit.The castle is a veritable prison, and I am a prisoner!