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MMCM - Chapter 1: By the Borgo Pass

MMCM - Chapter 1: By the Borgo Pass Jonathan Harker travels deeper into Transylvania on Count Dracula’s business, expecting a routine legal visit and little more. The farther he goes, the more the world changes around him. Local people cross themselves, whisper warnings, and press a crucifix on him as if paper contracts and English manners can do nothing against the place he is entering. The road grows colder, stranger, and more hostile, and Jonathan begins to feel that every mile is carrying him out of ordinary life. His final journey to the castle feels less like travel and more like passage into a bad dream. A mysterious coachman drives him through mountain darkness, blue flames flicker in the wilderness, and wolves gather with unnatural obedience. By the time Jonathan reaches the Count’s remote castle, fear has already taken hold. He has not met Dracula yet, but the land itself has announced that this is no simple business trip. Something ancient is waiting at the end of the road. Cold wheels over frozen stone Late light dying on the road Bistritz behind me The pass ahead A paper seal inside my coat A borrowed room still in my head They crossed themselves They would not speak Then pressed a crucifix on me I wrote the names of inns and towns I marked the hills, the road, the time I kept my clerk’s exact account And trusted ink more than old signs The women stared into my face Then turned away and blessed the air One old man took my shaking hand And placed his warning with the cross there They spoke of wolves They spoke of night They spoke a title under breath I smiled and said I knew my work And rode on toward a foreign guest By the Borgo Pass With the cross against my skin Every mile strips reason bare Every prayer turns in the wind By the Borgo Pass Past the wolves and cobalt flame I came to sign a ledger clean I ride toward an older name The coach was late The snow came hard The mountains stood with buried mouths The driver lashed the horses on No village lamp was left about His face stayed hid beneath the brim His hand was iron on the rein He never turned to answer me He drove straight through the sleet and stain Then in the waste a blue fire rose From broken earth and winter grass He checked the team, bent down, and marked Some secret point beside the pass By the Borgo Pass With the cross against my skin Every mile strips reason bare Every prayer turns in the wind By the Borgo Pass Past the wolves and cobalt flame I came to sign a ledger clean I ride toward an older name The wolves drew near in silent rings Grey bodies pacing through the white The horses screamed and pulled the traces Foam and terror in the night He stood up tall upon the box And raised one hand into the gale The pack fell back without a cry Their hunger broke Their courage failed What host commands the jaws of wolves What nobleman can halt that tide What man walks out where no man stands And keeps the living terror tied My pen feels small My trade feels thin My London habits turn to dust I hold the cross with both my hands I write because I fear I must The road climbed higher into stone The peaks cut black against the last red A ruined chapel watched us pass With all its saints worn down and headless He found the turning without sight No lantern burned to guide the way The castle waited in the height A mouth of rock, a shape of grey Then all at once the coach stood still The gate gave out a hollow groan A tall man reached with courtly grace And welcomed me from his ancient home By the Borgo Pass With the cross against my skin Every mile strips reason bare Every prayer turns in the wind By the Borgo Pass Past the wolves and cobalt flame I came to sign a ledger clean I ride toward an older name I came for deeds and lawful terms For purchase, title, house, and land But something old has called me here And takes my case in its own hands Bistritz is gone The pass is crossed The night has sealed the road behind I step inside with frozen breath And leave the measured world behind