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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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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 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.

velvet cloak and pushed it away from me.

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

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

His eyes opened wide.

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

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

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.

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 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.

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

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.

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