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This is folly. Interfere with me and you will surely die. I won't give you a second warning. Move away from my household. Leave Venice. Is it worth your life to know what you want to know of me?

It struck me with full force that there had been moments in my long life when I would have found his message irresistible, so great had been my loneliness, so great had been my longing to be understood.

We mean you no harm. We are scholars. We offer understanding. We offer shelter. We watch and we are always here.

conversation and that he must be very wise on that account.

Never in all my years had I known any such a threat to my secrecy. And naturally I was tempted to immediately conclude that my life in Venice had failed. Just when I thought I had fooled an entire city, I was to be caught for what I was.

I saw him visibly startled by the message. And then to my pure shock I received a distinct mind message from him:

It struck me with full force that there had been moments in my long life when I would have found his message irresistible, so great had been my loneliness, so great had been my longing to be understood.

But now, with all of Venice receiving me into its finest company, I did not feel such a thing. I had Bianca when I wanted to ramble on about the work of Bellini or my beloved Botticelli. I had Amadeo with whom to share my golden tomb.

I resolved to ignore this, to see what came of it, not to allow it to impede me in the slightest as I enjoyed my life.

We mean you no harm. We are scholars. We offer understanding. We offer shelter. We watch and we are always here.

I saw him visibly startled by the message. And then to my pure shock I received a distinct mind message from him:

Scholars? What sort of scholars? And the other words. How very remarkable indeed.

Yet in the weeks that followed I listened for this strange creature, this English scholar, and indeed, I kept a sharp lookout for him as we made our way through the usual lavish and dizzying social events.

But now, with all of Venice receiving me into its finest company, I did not feel such a thing. I had Bianca when I wanted to ramble on about the work of Bellini or my beloved Botticelli. I had Amadeo with whom to share my golden tomb.

I resolved to ignore this, to see what came of it, not to allow it to impede me in the slightest as I enjoyed my life.

Indeed, I was enjoying a Perfect Time. I wondered if for every immortal there was a Perfect Time. I wondered if it corresponded to the prime of life in mortals-those years when you are strongest and

Vincenzo shocked me.

I saw him visibly startled by the message. And then to my pure shock I received a distinct mind message from him:

But this young mortal had nothing to do with the grand society in which I moved. I knew it die moment I penetrated his mind. He was no great Venetian, no painter, no cleric, no poet, no alchemist, and certainly no member of the Grand Council of Venice. On the contrary, he was a most strange sort of being, a scholar of the supernatural, a spy upon creatures such as me.

can see with the greatest clarity, those years when you can give your trust most truly to others, and seek to bring about a perfect happiness for yourself.

I also went so far as to question Bianca about such a person, and to warn Vincenzo that such a man might attempt to engage him in

Botticelli, Bianca, Amadeo-these were the loves of my Perfect Time.

I resolved to ignore this, to see what came of it, not to allow it to impede me in the slightest as I enjoyed my life.

Vincenzo shocked me.

We mean you no harm. We are scholars. We offer understanding. We offer shelter. We watch and we are always here.

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