4: The Doomed Treveans
Weird Tales, May 1928
"I LOOK to you, Fremling, to protect the boy!" The words came slowly and feebly as Gareth Trevean fixed brilliant, fevered eyes on his old friend's face. "I have only another day to live at the outside, and I shall go in peace if I know you are here with Humphrey. Promise me you'll stay!"
"I'll stay, of course," was the quiet assurance, and Trevean lay back on his pillows and put out a thin hand to clasp Fremling's.
"I'll tell you all I can... you can verify it from the old manuscripts and family records at your leisure."
"It won't hurt you to talk so much?"
"No, it will ease my mind to tell you... you will understand! Other people would either laugh, or be afraid. You know... you can understand," repeated the sick man.
"It began in the S
