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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 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.

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

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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