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I drew him back away from the wound, and as he cried out I sank my teeth into his throat again. This time it was my blood mingled with his that flowed into me. The poison was no more.

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

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

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

bitter earth of the monastery, Amadeo came into the light.

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

Then for one instant I saw nothing but his paintings, one image tumbling upon another, rapt faces of Christ, the Virgin-I saw the halos studded with costly jewels. Ah, such riches in the dark, cheerless monastery. And then came the rich bawdy laughter of his father, wanting him to leave the monastery, to ride out with him into the grasslands where the Tatars rode.

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.

You can stand now, my blessed pupil, I told him.My blood runs through you after the poison. We have begun.

bitter earth of the monastery, Amadeo came into the light.

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

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

You can stand now, my blessed pupil, I told him.My blood runs through you after the poison. We have begun.

I drew him back away from the wound, and as he cried out I sank my teeth into his throat again. This time it was my blood mingled with his that flowed into me. The poison was no more.

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

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

Come to me, I said. I held out my arms.

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.

love with the sacrificial cells and their starving inhabitants, save for his gift: that he could paint.

velvet cloak and pushed it away from me.

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.

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.

bitter earth of the monastery, Amadeo came into the light.

I drew him back away from the wound, and as he cried out I sank my teeth into his throat again. This time it was my blood mingled with his that flowed into me. The poison was no more.

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