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to fight this sickness and to get well。 You must ask the very air itself to make you strong； and be confident of it； that's it； you must breathe deeply and slowly； yes； exactly； and you must realize that this poison is being sweated out of you； and you must not believe in this poison； and you must not fear。〃
〃The Master will know；〃 said Riccardo。 He looked drawn and miserable； and his lips quivered。 His eyes were flooded with his tears。 Oh； ominous sign； certainly。 〃The Master will know somehow。 He knows all things。 The Master will break his journey and e home。〃
〃Wash his face；〃 said Bianca calmly。 〃Wash his face and be quiet。〃 How brave she was。
I moved my tongue but I couldn't form words。 I wanted to say that they must tell me when the sun sank； for then and only then might the Master e。 There was surely a chance。 Then and only then。 He might appear。
I turned my head to the side； away from them。 The cloth was burning me。
〃Softly； quietly；〃 said Bianca。 〃Take in the air； yes； and do not be afraid。〃
A long time passed as I lay there； hovering just below perfect consciousness； and thankful that their voices were not sharp； and their touch was not so terrible； but the sweating was awful； and I despaired utterly of being cool。
I tossed and tried to get up once； only to feel terribly sick； sick unto vomiting。 With a great relief I realized they had laid me back down。
〃Hold on to my hands；〃 said Bianca； and I felt her fingers grasping mine； so small and too hot； hot like everything else； hot like Hell； I thought； but I was too sick to think of Hell； too sick to think of anything but vomiting up my insides into a basin； and getting to somewhere cool。 Oh； just open the windows； open them on the winter； I don't care； open them！
It seemed quite a nuisance that I might die； and nothing more。 Feeling better was of far greater importance； and nothing troubled me as to my soul or any world to e。
Then abruptly all things changed。
I felt myself rise upwards； as if someone had yanked me by my head out of the bed and sought to pull me up through the red cloth baldaquin and through the ceiling of the room。 Indeed； I looked down； and to my utter amazement I saw myself lying on the bed。 I saw myself as if there were no baldaquin above my body to block the view。
I looked far more beautiful than I ever imagined myself to be。 Understand； it was utterly dispassionate。 I did not feel an exultation in my own beauty。 I only thought； What a beautiful young boy。 How gifted he has been by God。 Look at his long delicate hands； how they lie beside him； and look at the deep russet of his hair。 And that was me all the time； and I didn't know it or think of it； or think what effect it had on those who saw me as I moved through life。 I didn't believe their blandishments。 I had only scorn for their passion。 Indeed； even the Master had seemed before to be a weak and deluded being for ever desiring me。 But I understood now why people had somewhat taken leave of their senses。 The boy there； dying on the bed； the boy who was the cause of weeping all around in this large chamber； the boy seemed the very embodiment of purity and the very embodiment of youth on the verge of life。
What did not make sense to me was the motion in the room。
Why did everyone weep？ I saw a priest in the doorway； a priest I knew from the nearby church； and I could see that the boys argued with him and feared to let him near me as I lay on the bed； lest I be afraid。 It all seemed a pointless imbroglio。 Riccardo should not wring his hands。 Bianca should not work so hard； with her damp cloth and her soft but obviously desperate words。
Oh； poor child； I thought。 You might have had a little more passion for everyone if you had known how beautiful you were； and you might have thought yourself a little bit stronger and more able to gain something for yourself。 As it was； you played sly games on those around you； because you did not have faith in your own self or even know what you were。
It seemed very clear； the error in all this。 But I was leaving this place！ The same draught that had pulled me up out of the pretty young body that lay on the bed was pulling me upwards into a tunnel of fierce； noisy wind。
The wind swirled around me； enclosing me pletely and tightly in this tunnel； yet I could see in it other beings who looked on even as they were caught in it and moved by the incessant fury of this wind。 I saw eyes looking on me； I saw mouths open as if in distress。 I was pulled higher and higher through this tunnel。 I didn't feel fear； but I felt a fatality。 I could not help myself。
That was your error when you were that boy down there； I found myself thinking。 But this is indeed hopeless。 And just as I concluded； so I came to the end of this tunnel； it dissolved。 I stood on the shore of that lovely sparkling sea。
I wasn't wet from the waves； but I knew them； and I said out loud； 〃Oh； I'm here； I've e to the shore！ Look； there are the towers of glass。〃
As I looked up； I saw that the city was far away； over a series of deep green hills； and that a path led to it； and that flowers bloomed richly and gorgeously on either side of the path。 I had never seen such flowers； never seen such shapes and petal formations； and never never beheld such colors in all my life。 There were no names in the artistic canon for these colors。 I couldn't call them by the few weak inadequate labels which I knew。
Oh； would the painters of Venice ever be astonished at these colors； I thought； and to think how they would transform our work； how they would set ablaze our paintings if only they could be discovered in some source that might be ground into pigment and blended with our oils。 But what a pointless thing to do。 No more painting was needed。 All the glory that could be acplished by color was here in this world revealed。 I saw it in the flowers； I saw it in the variegated grass。 I saw it in the boundless sky that rose up and over me and behind the distant blinding city； and it too flashed and glowed with this great harmony of colors； blending and twinkling and shimmering as if the towers of this city were made of a miraculous thriving energy rather than a dead or earthly matter or mass。
A great gratitude flowed out of me； my whole being gave itself up to this gratitude。 〃Lord； I see now；〃 I said aloud。 〃I see and I understand。〃 It did at that moment seem very clear to me； the implications of this varied and ever increasing beauty； this pulsing； radiant world。 It was so very pregnant with meaning that all things were answered； all things were utterly resolved。 I whispered the word 〃Yes〃 over and over。 I nodded； I think； and then it seemed quite absurd to bother to say anything in words at all。
A great force emanated from the beauty。 It surrounded me as if it were air or breeze or water； but it was none of these。 It was far more rarefied and pervasive； and though it held me with a formidable strength it was nevertheless invisible and without pressure or palpable form。 The force was love。 Oh； yes； I thought； it is love； it is plete love； and in its pleteness it makes al