Page 27 of Dawn Caravan
“Radu isn’t your average vampire,” Beatrice said. “He belongs to a particular community of Romani people who came from Northern India with the main branches of—”
“Romani?” Ben asked. “You mean gyp—”
“No.” Beatrice threw a balled-up wad of paper at Ben. “Most Romani consider that word a slur; do not use it.”
“It’s also incorrect,” Giovanni said. “Europeans didn’t understand the origins of the Roma people and thought they were from Egypt, which is a mistake of course. They are Northern Indian both linguistically and ethnically.”
“So Radu is a… Romani vampire?”
“Kind of.” Beatrice flipped her tablet around to show Ben a sort of family tree. “He’s Poshani, a completely separate branch. The Poshani origins are more myth than history as they don’t follow a written tradition.” She scrolled through slides that showed paintings of men playing lutes and pipes. “Some branches broke off over time—those were the human Romani people—but one group, the Poshani, were led by a man who was turned into a wind vampire.”
Giovanni said, “The Poshani initially feared their leader, but he convinced them that this new form was a gift of Shiva and Kali, whom the Poshani revere.”
“Shiva.” Ben tapped his pencil. “The Destroyer. That fits with being a vampire, I guess.”
“Shiva is often conflated with Rudra, a Vedic god associated with storms. More than one vampire believes Rudra was actually the first wind vampire, so that would be significant to the Poshani.”
“Radu’s a wind vampire?” Ben asked.
Gavin nodded. “He’s cagey about it, but yes. He’ll sometimes tell people he’s earth.”
“Okay, the Poshani are wind vampires.” Ben wrote that down. “But why does Radu want the icon if the Poshani worship Shiva?”
“They have a blended religion,” Beatrice said. “The Shiva and Kali connection is very old, but it threads through. The icon is a depiction of Saint Sara-la-Kali.”
Giovanni said, “Whatever the individual sect or community, Poshani of all religions value purity of the elements and balance in all forms of life.”
“Which fits with vampires,” Ben said. “Okay, I’m seeing it.”
“A note.” Gavin held up a hand. “The Poshani as a community are both vampire and human. But all areruledby wind vampires. Three, to be exact.”
Ben scratched out his notes and corrected them. “Kind of confusing.”
“It’s complicated by design,” Gavin said. “They don’t talk about themselves with outsiders. They want to be misunderstood.”
“Why?” Ben was fascinated.
“Human societies are not kind to those who don’t conform to mainstream values,” Gavin said. “The Poshani have a very strict code of conduct, but it wouldn’t make sense to those outside the group.”
Ben glanced at Gavin. “Reminds me of a vampire or two I know of.”
“Our interests have overlapped at times, and I respect them,” Gavin said, “even if I don’t understand them. Their hospitality laws are sacrosanct, much like mine. The caravan, for example.”
“The caravan?”
Beatrice showed him another picture on her tablet, a round wooden wagon painted with elaborate floral patterns, with no windows and only one small door. “The proper name is the kamvasa.”
Ben reached for the tablet, but the picture started to waver. “Dammit.”
“Gloves.” Chloe threw some silk gloves at him. “The Dawn Caravan is the Poshani tradition of sheltering any vampire who meets their rules and pays their price.”
Ben looked at the picture. “In one of those?” The wagon looked like a relic.
Gavin said, “Those are old-fashioned vardos. They have been updated and modernized of course, but the idea remains the same. The Poshani run a moving safe house called the Dawn Caravan.”
Ben frowned. “How have I never heard of this?”
“It’s intended to be something of an urban legend,” Giovanni said. “Until Gavin confirmed it for me, I didn’t really believe it existed.”
