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gence； by the hands of men。〃
The silk…clad multitudes of The Procession of the Magi appeared to move。 Once more I heard the horses' hooves on the soft earth； and the shuffle of booted feet。 Once more I thought I saw the distant hounds leap on the mountainside。 I saw the masses of flowered shrubbery wobble with the press of the gilded procession against them； I saw petals fly from the flowers。 Marvelous animals frolicked in the thick wood。 I saw the proud Prince Lorenzo； astride his mount； turn his youthful head； just as my Father had done； and look at me。 On and on went the world beyond him； the world with its white rocky cliffs； its hunters on their brown steeds and its leaping prancing dogs。
〃It's gone forever； Master；〃 I said； and how rounded and resonant was my voice； responding to all that I beheld。
〃What is that； my child？〃
〃Russia； the world of the wild lands； the world of those dark terrible cells within the moist Mother Earth。〃
I turned around and around。 Smoke rose from the wilderness of burning candles。 Wax crawled and dripped over the chased silver that held them； dripping even to the spotless and shimmering floor。 The floor was as the sea； so transparent suddenly； so silken； and high above the painted clouds in illimitable sweetest blue。 It seemed a mist emanated from these clouds； a warm summer mist made up of mingling land and sea。
Once again； I looked at the painting。 I moved towards it and threw out my hands against it； and stared upwards at the white castles atop the hills； at the delicate groomed trees； at the fierce sublime wilderness that waited so patiently for the sluggish journey of my crystal…clear gaze。
〃So much！〃 I whispered。 No words could describe the deep colors of brown and gold in the beard of the exotic magus； or the shadows at play in the painted head of the white horse； or in the face of the balding man who led him； or the grace of the arch…necked camels or the crush of rich flowers beneath soundless feet。
〃I see it with all of me；〃 I sighed。 I closed my eyes and lay against it； recalling perfectly all aspects as the dome of my mind became this room itself； and the wall was there colored and painted by me。 〃I see it without any omission。 I see it；〃 I whispered。
I felt my Master's arms around my chest。 I felt his kiss on my hair。
〃Can you see again the glassy city？〃 he asked。
〃I can make it！〃 I cried。 I let my head roll back against his chest。 I opened my eyes； and drew out of the riot of painting before me the very colors I wanted； and made this metropolis of bubbling； leaping glass rise in my imagination； until its towers pierced the sky。 〃It's there； do you see it？〃
In a torrent of tumbling； laughing words I described it； the glittering green and yellow and blue spires that sparkled and wavered in the Heavenly light。 〃Do you see it？〃 I cried out。
〃No。 But you do；〃 said my Master。 〃And that is more than enough。〃
In the dim chamber； we dressed in the black morn。
Nothing was difficult； nothing had its old weight and resistance。 It seemed I only needed to run my fingers up the doublet to have it buttoned。
We hurried down the steps； which seemed to disappear beneath my feet； and out into the night。
To climb the slimy walls of a palazzo was nothing； to anchor my feet over and over in the chinks of the stone； to poise on a tuft of fern and vine as I reached for the bars of a window and finally pulled open the grate； it was nothing； and how easily I let the heavy metal grid drop into the glistening green water below。 How sweet to see it sink； to see the water splash around the descending weight； to see the glimmer of the torches in the water。
〃I fall into it。〃
〃e。〃
Inside the chamber； the man rose from his desk。 Against the cold； he had wrapped his neck in wool。 His dark blue robe was banded in pearly gold。 Rich man； banker。 Friend of the Florentine； not mourning his loss over these many pages of vellum； smelling of black ink but calculating the inevitable gains； all partners murdered by the blade and by poison； it seemed； in a private banquet room。
Did he guess now that we had done it； the red…cloaked man and the auburn…haired boy who came through his high fourth…story window in this frozen winter night？
I caught him as if he were the love of my young life； and unwound the wool from around the artery where I would feed。
He begged me to stop； to name my price。 How still my Master looked； watching only me； as the man begged and I ignored him； merely feeling for this large pulsing； irresistible vein。
〃Your life； Sir； I must have it；〃 I whispered。 〃The blood of thieves is strong； isn't it； Sir？〃
〃Oh； child；〃 he cried； all resolve shattering； 〃does God send His justice in such an unlikely form？〃
It was sharp； pungent and strangely rank this human blood； spiked with the wine he'd drunk and the herbs of the foods he'd eaten； and almost purple in the light of his lamps as it flowed over my fingers before I could lap them with my tongue。
At the first draught I felt his heart stop。
〃Ease up； Amadeo；〃 whispered my Master。
I let go and the heart recovered。
〃That's it； feed on it slowly； slowly； letting the heart pump the blood to you； yes； yes； and gently with your fingers that he not suffer unduly； for he suffers the worst fate he can know and that is to know that he dies。〃
We walked along the narrow quay together。 No need anymore to keep my balance； though my gaze was lost in the depths of the singing； lapping water； gaining its movement through its many stonewalled connections from the faraway sea。 I wanted to feel the wet green moss on the stones。
We stood in a small piazza； deserted； before the angled doors of a high stone church。 They were bolted now。 All windows were blinded； all doors locked。 Curfew。 Quiet。
〃Once more； lovely one； for the strength it will give you；〃 said my Master； and his lethal fangs pierced me； as his hands held me captive。
〃Would you trick me？ Would you kill me？〃 I whispered； as I felt myself again helpless； no preternatural effort that I could summon strong enough to escape his grasp。
The blood was pulled out of me in a tidal wave that left my arms dangling and shaking； my feet dancing as if I were a hanged man。 I struggled to remain conscious。 I pushed against him。 But the flow continued； out of me； out of all my fibers and into him。
〃Now； once again； Amadeo； take it back from me。〃
He dealt one fine blow to my chest。 I almost toppled off my feet。 I was so weak； I fell forward； only at the last grasping for his cloak。 I pulled myself up and locked my left arm around his neck。 He stepped back； straightening； making it hard for me。 But I was too determined； too challenged and too determined to make a mockery of his lessons。
〃Very well； sweet Master；〃 I said as I tore at his skin once again。 〃I have you； and will have every drop of you； Sir； unless you are quick； most quick。〃 Only then did I realize！ I too had tiny fangs！
He started to laugh softly； and it heightened my pleasure； that this which I fed upon should laugh