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velvet cloak and pushed it away from me.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

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.

His eyes opened wide.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

velvet cloak and pushed it away from me.

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

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.

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