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velvet cloak and pushed it away from me.

I stopped; I drew back from the blood and the visions. I knew him. I knew the relentless and hopeless darkness inside of him. I knew the life that had been forecast in hunger and bitter discipline.

I saw monks half walled up alive as they fasted, eating only what would sustain them. I smelled the earth. I smelled decay. Oh, how ghastly was this passage to salvation. And he had been part of it, half in

Be my child, Amadeo, I whispered in this sweetness.Be my child forever, I said.Have I ever loved anyone more than you?

Prince Michael, their ruler, wanted to send Amacleo's father into the grasslands. It was a foolish mission. The monks railed against it, that Amadeo's father would take him into such danger. The monks wrapped the ikon and gave it to Amadeo. Out of the darkness and

Amadeo, I said, kissing him once again as the blood flowed over my lips and into his mouth,what was your name in that lost land? Again I filled my mouth with blood and I gave it to him.Reach back for the past, child, and make it part of the future.

He was in my arms instantly, and I held him warmly, whispering close to his ear.

I stepped away from him. I left him standing. I let loose my red

flawless ikons, of the cold chambers in which he'd lived.

I saw monks half walled up alive as they fasted, eating only what would sustain them. I smelled the earth. I smelled decay. Oh, how ghastly was this passage to salvation. And he had been part of it, half in

flawless ikons, of the cold chambers in which he'd lived.

He was in my arms instantly, and I held him warmly, whispering close to his ear.

He took the first steps, unsure of himself, so full of my blood that surely the light itself must have amazed him, but his eyes were moving over the multitude of figures painted on the wall. Then he looked directly at me.

I cut the flesh of my throat and I held his head near me.Drink, I said. I pushed his head forward.Put your mouth to the wound. Drink.

He trembled, fearing to let go of me, his head hanging heavily, his luxuriant hair soft against my hands.

I stepped away from him. I left him standing. I let loose my red

Again, I saw the ikons. I saw the dim corridors of the monastery, and then in the falling snow, I saw the two on their horses, Amadeo and his father. Amadeo held the ikon, and the priest ran beside him, telling him that he must place the ikon in a tree, that the Tatars wquld find it and count it as a miracle, and Amadeo, how innocent he looked to be such a bold rider, to be chosen to ride with his father for Prince Michael's mission, as the snow came down heavily, as his hair was whipped by the wind.

At last, he obeyed me, and suddenly with all his force he drew on the blood. Had he not tasted it enough to crave it? And now it came without measure, and he was passionate for it, and I closed my eyes, and felt an exquisite sweetness that I had not known since the long ago night when I had given my blood to my blessed Zenobia to make her all the more strong.

His eyes opened wide.

Come, Amadeo, come and take it from me, I said, my eyes full of tears.You are the victor. Take what I have to give.

I sank my teeth into his throat and tasted the poison in his blood as soon as it flowed into me, my body destroying the poison, my body consuming his blood effortlessly, as it might have consumed a dozen such young ones, and into my mind there c^rne the visions of his childhood-of the Russian monastery where he had painted his

How knowing, how clever was his expression HOW full of triumph he seemed suddenly in his silence and patience. How utterly damned.

Amadeo, I said, kissing him once again as the blood flowed over my lips and into his mouth,what was your name in that lost land? Again I filled my mouth with blood and I gave it to him.Reach back for the past, child, and make it part of the future.

He was in my arms instantly, and I held him warmly, whispering close to his ear.

I stopped; I drew back from the blood and the visions. I knew him. I knew the relentless and hopeless darkness inside of him. I knew the life that had been forecast in hunger and bitter discipline.

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