“What experience?” asked Armand, his brown eyes brightening angrily. “You know what I was, a pawn, an executioner in the thrall of a cult.” He paused, then he uttered the words, “The Children of Satan,” with dark smoldering rage. “Well, I’m that no longer. Yes, I’ve driven them out of this city from time to time, and I once drove them all out of New Orleans when Lestat was suffering there and they were constantly trying to get a glimpse of him. But you’d be surprised if you knew how often I used the Mind Gift to terrify them, force them into retreat. I did that much more than … than burn them.” His voice trailed away. A blush appeared in his cheeks. “I never took any pleasure in killing any immortal.”

“Well, maybe whoever leads today will not have to be a wanton executioner,” said Gregory. “Maybe the old crude ways of the Children of Satan have absolutely nothing to do with this. But you don’t want to lead. You know you don’t. And Marius does not. Marius can hear us now. He’s in there listening to the music. He came in half an hour ago. He has no taste to lead. No. Lestat is the logical one to be the anointed leader.”

“Anointed?” Armand repeated the word with a slight raise of his eyebrows.

“A figure of speech, Armand,” said Gregory. “Nothing more. We’ve waked from those nightmares of the Queens Blood cult and the later Children of Satan. We are finished with such things. We are in thrall to no belief now except what we can know from the physical world around us.…”

“Lestat’s ‘Savage Garden,’ ” said Armand.

“Not so savage really,” said Gregory. “There is not a single one of us, no matter how old, that does not have a moral heart, an educated heart, a heart that learned to love while human, and a heart that should have learned ever more deeply to love as preternatural.”

Armand looked sad suddenly. “Why has it taken me so long?”

“You’re so young yet, you know that,” said Gregory. “For a thousand years I served that wretched Queen. I suffered under her mythologies. You haven’t even been alive that long in any form. That’s what you have to grasp, what all the others have to grasp. You are on the threshold of a great journey, and you must begin to think in terms of what you can do as a powerful spiritual and biological being. Stop with the self-loathing. Stop with imagery of ‘the damned’ this and ‘the damned’ that! We are not damned. We never were. Who under the sun has the right to damn any living breathing creature?”

Armand smiled. “That’s what they all love about Lestat,” he said. “He says we’re damned and then he behaves as if Hell has no dominion over him.”