“First I wish to express my regret to you for de Vivar’s behavior. He forgets this is the twenty-first century and things are different than when he was a young man.”
“When was that?” About a thousand years ago? I thought snidely.
“Are you asking how old he is? He wasn’t young when he manned the redoubts at Balaklava when the Light Brigade charged it. You do the math.”
I swallowed. That battle had been fought in 1854, almost a hundred and sixty years ago.
I wasn’t a big history buff, but after Dad had told me how the relationship between sabors and vampyres came about—even though he had it mostly wrong—I’d done some research. I’d been intrigued to learn one theory was that the Black Plague had first been brought to Europe by Genoese trading ships returning from Balaklava.
“May I come
