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Jesus saith unto her； Touch me not； for I am not yet ascended to my Father：
but go to my brethren； and say unto them； I ascend unto my Father；
and your Father； and to my God； and your God。
THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO ST。 JOHN 20：17
PART 1
BODY and BLOOD
1
THEY SAID a child had died in the attic。 Her clothes had been discovered in the wall。 I wanted to go up there； and to lie down near the wall； and be alone。
They'd seen her ghost now and then； the child。 But none of these vampires could see spirits； really； at least not the way that I could see them。 No matter。 It wasn't the pany of the child I wanted。 It was to be in that place。
Nothing more could be gained from lingering near Lestat。 I'd e。 I'd fulfilled my purpose。 I couldn't help him。
The sight of his sharply focused and unchanging eyes unnerved me； and I was quiet inside and full of love for those nearest me…my human children； my dark…haired little Benji and my tender willowy Sybelle … but I was not strong enough just yet to take them away。
I left the chapel。
I didn't even take note of who was there。 The whole convent was now the dwelling place of vampires。 It was not an unruly place； or a neglected place； but I didn't notice who remained in the chapel when I left。
Lestat lay as he had all along； on the marble floor of the chapel in front of the huge crucifix； on his side； his hands slack； the left hand just below the right hand； its fingers touching the marble lightly； as if with a purpose； when there was no purpose at all。 The fingers of his right hand curled； making a little hollow in the palm where the light fell； and that too seemed to have a meaning； but there was no meaning。
This was simply the preternatural body lying there without will or animation； no more purposeful than the face； its expression almost defiantly intelligent； given that months had passed in which Lestat had not moved。
The high stained…glass windows were dutifully draped for him before sunrise。 At night； they shone with all the wondrous candles scattered about the fine statues and relics which filled this once sanctified and holy place。 Little mortal children had heard Mass under this high coved roof； a priest had sung out the Latin words from an altar。
It was ours now。 It belonged to him…Lestat； the man who lay motionless on the marble floor。
Man。 Vampire。 Immortal。 Child of Darkness。 Any and all are excellent words for him。
Looking over my shoulder at him； I never felt so much like a child。
That's what I am。 I fill out the definition； as if it were encoded in me perfectly； and there had never been any other genetic design。
I was perhaps seventeen years old when Marius made me into a vampire。 I had stopped growing by that time。 For a year； I'd been five feet six inches。 My hands are as delicate as those of a young woman； and I was beardless； as we used to say in that time； the years of the sixteenth century。 Not a eunuch； no； not that； most certainly； but a boy。
It was fashionable then for boys to be as beautiful as girls。 Only now does it seem something worthwhile； and that's because I love the others…my own： Sybelle with her woman's breasts and long girlish limbs； and Benji with his round intense little Arab face。
I stood at the foot of the stairs。 No mirrors here； only the high brick walls stripped of their plaster； walls that were old only for America； darkened by the damp even inside the convent； all textures and elements here softened by the simmering summers of New Orleans and her clammy crawling winters； green winters I call them because the trees here are almost never bare。
I was born in a place of eternal winter when one pares it to this place。 No wonder in sunny Italy I forgot the beginnings altogether； and fashioned my life out of the present of my years with Marius。 〃I don't remember。〃 It was a condition of loving so much vice； of being so addicted to Italian wine and sumptuous meals； and even the feel of the warm marble under my bare feet when the rooms of the palazzo were sinfully； wickedly heated by Marius's exorbitant fires。
His mortal friends 。。。 human beings like me at that time 。。。 scolded constantly about these expenditures： firewood； oil； candles。 And for Marius only the finest candles of beeswax were acceptable。 Every fragrance was significant。
Stop these thoughts。 Memories can't hurt you now。 You came here for a reason and now you have finished； and you must find those you love； your young mortals； Benji and Sybelle； and you must go on。
Life was no longer a theatrical stage where Banquo's ghost came again and again to seat himself at the grim table。
My soul hurt。
Up the stairs。 Lie for a little while in this brick convent where the child's clothes were found。 Lie with the child； murdered here in this convent； so say the rumormongers； the vampires who haunt these halls now； who have e to see the great Vampire Lestat in his Endymion…like sleep。
I felt no murder here； only the tender voices of nuns。
I went up the staircase； letting my body find its human weight and human tread。
After five hundred years； I know such tricks。 I could frighten all the young ones…the hangers…on and the gawkers…just as surely as the other ancient ones did it； even the most modest； uttering words to evince their telepathy； or vanishing when they chose to leave； or now and then even making the building tremble with their power…an interesting acplishment even with these walls eighteen inches thick with cypress sills that will never rot。
He must like the fragrances here； I thought。 Marius； where is he？ Before I had visited Lestat； I had not wanted to talk very much to Marius； and had spoken only a few civil words when I left my treasures in his charge。
After all； I had brought my children into a menagerie of the Undead。 Who better to safeguard them than my beloved Marius； so powerful that none here dared question his smallest request。
There is no telepathic link between us naturally…Marius made me； I am forever his fledgling…but as soon as this occurred to me； I realized without the aid of this telepathic link that I could not feel the presence of Marius in the building。 I didn't know what had happened in that brief interval when I knelt down to look at Lestat。 I didn't know where Marius was。 I couldn't catch the familiar human scents of Benji or Sybelle。 A little stab of panic paralyzed me。
I stood on the second story of the building。 I leaned against the wall； my eyes settling with determined calm on the deeply varnished heart pine floor。 The light made pools of yellow on the boards。
Where were they； Benji and Sybelle？ What had I done in bringing them here； two ripe and glorious humans？ Benji was a spirited boy of twelve； Sybelle； a womanling of twenty…five。 What if Marius； so generous in his own soul； had carelessly let them out of his sight？
〃I'm here； young one。〃 The voice was abrupt； soft； wele。
My Maker stood on the landing just below me； having e up the steps behind me； or more truly； with his powers； having placed himself there； covering the prece