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Hannibal Rising

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  3. 3. A l s o b y T h o m a s H a r r i s b l a c k s u n d a y r e d d r a g o n t h e s i l e n c e o f t h e l a m b s h a n n i b a l Harr_0385339410_3p_all_r1 .qxp 10/17/06 8:55 PM Page iii
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  5. 5. HANNIBAL RISING a novel by T H O M A S H A R R I S d e l a c o r t e p r e s s Harr_0385339410_3p_all_r1 .qxp 10/17/06 8:55 PM Page v
  6. 6. HANNIBAL RISING A Delacorte Press Book / December 2006 Published by Bantam Dell A Division of Random House, Inc. New York, New York This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Grateful acknowledgment is made to the following for permission to reprint previously published material: Farrar, Straus and Giroux, LLC and Faber and Faber Limited: “This is the first thing” from Collected Poems by Philip Larkin, copyright © 1988, 2003 by the Estate of Philip Larkin. Rights outside the United States administered by Faber and Faber Limited, London. Reprinted by permission of Farrar, Straus and Giroux, LLC, and Faber and Faber Limited. Vintage Books: “No way to see him” from The Ink Dark Moon: Love Poems by Ono no Komachi and Izumi Shikibu, translated by Jane Hirshfield and Mariko Aratani, copy- right © 1990 by Jane Hirshfield. Reprinted by permission of Vintage Books, a division of Random House, Inc. The Estate of Lawrence P. Spingarn: Excerpt from “Definition” from Rococo Summer and Other Poems by Lawrence P. Spingarn, copyright © 1947 by E. P. Dutton & Co., Inc. Reprinted by permission of Judith Gregg Rosenman and David Sheffner on behalf of Sylvia Wainhouse Spingarn for the Estate of Lawrence P. Spingarn. New Directions Publishing Corp.: “From The Tale of Genji” by Murasaki Shikibu from Women Poets of Japan, translated by Kenneth Rexroth and Ikuko Atsumi, copyright © 1973 by Kenneth Rexroth and Ikuko Atsumi; “Amidst the notes…” by Akiko Yosano from One Hundred More Poems from the Japanese, translated by Kenneth Rexroth, copyright © 1976 by Kenneth Rexroth. Reprinted by permission of New Directions Publishing Corp. All rights reserved Copyright © 2006 by Yazoo Fabrications, Inc. Title page image, “Ink Drawing of a Shrike on a Twig” by Musashi, Kuboso Memorial Museum of Arts, Izumi, Japan Book design by Glen Edelstein Delacorte Press is a registered trademark of Random House, Inc., and the colophon is a trademark of Random House, Inc. Library of Congress Cataloging in Publication Data on file with the publisher. ISBN-13: 978-0-385-33941-4 ISBN-10: 0-385-33941-0 Printed in the United States of America Published simultaneously in Canada www.bantamdell.com BVG 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 Harr_0385339410_3p_all_r1 .qxp 10/17/06 8:55 PM Page vi
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  9. 9. Prologue THE DOOR TO DR. HANNIBAL Lecter’s memory palace is in the darkness at the center of his mind and it has a latch that can be found by touch alone. This curious portal opens on immense and well-lit spaces, early baroque, and corridors and chambers rivaling in number those of the Topkapi Museum. Everywhere there are exhibits, well-spaced and lighted, each keyed to memories that lead to other memories in geo- metric progression. Spaces devoted to Hannibal Lecter’s earliest years differ from the other archives in being incomplete. Some are static scenes, fragmentary, like painted Attic shards held together by blank plaster. Other rooms hold sound and motion, great snakes wrestling and heaving in the dark and lit in flashes. Pleas and screaming fill some places on the grounds where Hannibal himself cannot go. But the corridors do not echo screaming, and there is music if you like. The palace is a construction begun early in Hannibal’s Harr_0385339410_3p_all_r1 .qxp 10/17/06 8:55 PM Page 1
  10. 10. student life. In his years of confinement he improved and enlarged his palace, and its riches sustained him for long pe- riods while warders denied him his books. Here in the hot darkness of his mind, let us feel together for the latch. Finding it, let us elect for music in the corri- dors and, looking neither left nor right, go to the Hall of the Beginning where the displays are most fragmentary. We will add to them what we have learned elsewhere, in war records and police records, from interviews and foren- sics and the mute postures of the dead. By our efforts we may watch as the beast within turns from the teat and, working upwind, enters the world. 2 T H O M A S H A R R I S Harr_0385339410_3p_all_r1 .qxp 10/17/06 8:55 PM Page 2
  11. 11. I This is the first thing I have understood: Time is the echo of an axe Within a wood. —— PHILIP LARKIN Harr_0385339410_3p_all_r1 .qxp 10/17/06 8:55 PM Page 3
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  13. 13. 1 HANNIBAL THE GRIM (1365–1428) built Lecter Castle in five years, using for labor the soldiers he had captured at the Battle of Zalgiris. On the first day his pennant flew from the completed towers, he assembled the prisoners in the kitchen garden and, mounting his gallows to address them, he released the men to go home, just as he had promised. Many elected to stay in his service, owing to the quality of his provender. Five hundred years later Hannibal Lecter, eight years old and eighth of the name, stood in the kitchen garden with his little sister Mischa and threw bread to the black swans on the black water of the moat. Mischa held on to Hannibal’s hand to steady herself and missed the moat entirely on sev- eral throws. Big carp stirred the lily pads and sent the drag- onflies soaring. Now the Alpha swan came out of the water, stumping toward the children on his short legs, hissing his challenge. Harr_0385339410_3p_all_r1 .qxp 10/17/06 8:55 PM Page 5
  14. 14. The swan had known Hannibal all his life and still he came, his black wings shutting out part of the sky. “Ohh,Anniba!” Mischa said and hid behind Hannibal’s leg. Hannibal raised his arms to shoulder height as his father had taught him to do, his reach augmented with willow branches held in his hands. The swan stopped to consider Hannibal’s greater wingspan, and retired to the water to feed. “We go through this every day,” Hannibal told the bird. But today was not every day and he wondered where the swans could flee. Mischa in her excitement dropped her bread on the damp ground. When Hannibal stooped to help her, she was pleased to daub mud on his nose with her little star-shaped hand. He daubed a bit of mud on the end of her nose and they laughed at their reflections in the moat. The children felt three hard thumps in the ground and the water shivered, blurring their faces.The sound of distant explosions rolled across the fields. Hannibal grabbed up his sister and ran for the castle. The hunting wagon was in the courtyard, hitched to the great draft horse Cesar. Berndt in his hostler’s apron and the houseman, Lothar, loaded three small trunks into the wagon box. Cook brought out a lunch. “Master Lecter, Madame wants you in her room,” Cook said. Hannibal passed Mischa along to Nanny and ran up the hollowed steps. Hannibal loved his mother’s room with its many scents, the faces carved in the woodwork, its painted ceiling—Madame Lecter was of the Sforza on one side and a Visconti on the other, and she had brought the room with her from Milan. 6 T H O M A S H A R R I S Harr_0385339410_3p_all_r1 .qxp 10/17/06 8:55 PM Page 6
  15. 15. She was excited now and her bright maroon eyes reflected the light redly in sparks. Hannibal held the casket as his mother pressed the lips of a cherub in the molding and a hid- den cabinet opened. She scooped her jewels into the casket, and some bundled letters, there was not room for them all. Hannibal thought she looked like the cameo portrait of her grandmother that tumbled into the box. Clouds painted on the ceiling. As a baby nursing he used to open his eyes and see his mother’s bosom blended with the clouds. The feel of the edges of her blouse against his face. The wet nurse too—her gold cross gleamed like sunlight between prodigious clouds and pressed against his cheek when she held him, she rubbing the mark of the cross on his skin to make it go away before Madame might see it. But his father was in the doorway now, carrying the ledgers. “Simonetta, we need to go.” The baby linens were packed in Mischa’s copper bathtub and Madame put the casket among them. She looked around the room, and took a small painting of Venice from its tripod on the sideboard, considered a moment, and gave it to Hannibal. “Take this to Cook. Take it by the frame.” She smiled at him. “Don’t smudge the back.” Lothar carried the bathtub out to the wagon in the court- yard, where Mischa fretted, uneasy at the stir around her. Hannibal held Mischa up to pat Cesar’s muzzle. She gave the horse’s nose a few squeezes as well to see if it would honk. Hannibal took grain in his hand and trailed it on the ground in the courtyard to make an “M.” The pigeons flocked to it, making an “M” in living birds on the ground. H A N N I B A L R I S I N G 7 Harr_0385339410_3p_all_r1 .qxp 10/17/06 8:55 PM Page 7