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d torch…lit ships on the water； I pressed the question。
〃It's a frightening power；〃 he said coolly。 〃It's frightening to be unanchored from the Earth。 In the early stages； it is not without its blunders and disasters。 As one acquires skill； rising smoothly into the highest atmosphere； it bees chilling not only to the body but to the soul。 It seems not preternatural； but supernatural。〃 I could see he suffered over this。 He shook his head。 〃It is the one talent which seems genuinely inhuman。 I cannot learn from humans how best to use it。 With every other talent； humans are my teacher。 The human heart is my school。 Not so with this。 I bee the magician； I bee the witch or the warlock。 It's seductive； and one could bee its slave。〃
〃But how so？〃 I asked him。
He was at a loss。 He didn't even want to talk about it。 Finally he became just a little impatient。
〃Sometimes； Amadeo； you grill me with your questions。 You ask if I owe you this tutelage。 Believe me； I do not。〃
〃Master you made me； and you insist on my obedience。 Why would I read Abelard's History of My Calamities and the writings of Duns Scotus of Oxford University if you didn't make me do it？〃 I stopped。 I remembered my Father and how I never stopped throwing acidic words at him； fast answers and slurs。
I became discouraged。 〃Master；〃 I said。 〃Just explain it to me。〃
He made a gesture as if to say 〃Oh； so simple； eh？〃
〃All right；〃 he went on。 〃It's this way。 I can go very high in the air； and I can move very fast。 I cannot often penetrate the clouds。 They're frequently above me。 But I can travel so fast that the world itself bees a blur。 I find myself in strange lands when I descend。 And I tell you； for all its magic； this is a deeply jarring and disturbing thing。 I am lost sometimes； dizzy； unsure of my goals or my will to live； after I make use of this power。 Transitions e too quickly； that's it； perhaps。 I never spoke of this to anyone； and now I speak to you； and you're a boy； and you can't begin to understand。〃
I didn't。
But within a very short time； it was his wish that we undertake a longer journey than any we'd made before。 It was only a matter of hours； but to my utter astonishment； we traveled between sundown and early evening to the far city of Florence itself。
There； set down in a wholly different world than that of the Veneto； walking quietly amongst an entirely different breed of Italian； into churches and palaces of a different style； I understood for the first time what he meant。
Understand； I'd seen Florence before； traveling as Marius's mortal apprentice； with a group of the others。 But my brief glimpse was nothing to what I saw as a vampire。 I had the measuring instruments now of a minor god。
But it was night。 The city lay under the usual curfew。 And the stones of Florence seemed darker； more drab； suggestive of a fortress； the streets narrow and gloomy； as they were not brightened by luminescent ribbons of water as were our own。 The palaces of Florence lacked the extravagant Moorish ornament of Venice's showplaces； the high…gloss fantastical stone facades。 They enclosed their splendor； as is more mon to Italian cities。 Yet the city was rich； dense and full of delights for the eye。
It was after all Florence…the capital of the man called Lorenzo the Magnificent； the pelling figure who dominated Marius's copy of the great mural which I had seen on the night of my dark rebirth； a man who had died only a few years before。
We found the city unlawfully busy； though it was quite dark； with groups of men and women lingering about in the hard paved streets； and a sinister quality of restlessness hung about the Piazza della Signoria； which was one of the most important of all the many squares of the town。
An execution had taken place that day； hardly an unmon occurrence in Florence； or Venice for that matter。 It had been a burning。 I smelled wood and charred flesh though all the evidence had been cleared before night。
I had a natural distaste for such things； which not everyone has； by the way； and I edged towards the scene cautiously； not wishing with these heightened senses to be jarred by some horrible remnant of cruelty。
Marius had always cautioned us as boys not to 〃enjoy〃 these spectacles； but to place ourselves mentally in the position of the victim if we were to learn the maximum from what we saw。
As you know from history； the crowds at executions were often merciless and unruly； taunting the victim sometimes； I think； out of fear。 We； the boys of Marius； had always found it terribly difficult to cast our mental lot with the man being hanged or burnt。 In sum； he'd taken all the fun out of it for us。
Of course； as these rituals happened almost always by day； Marius himself had never been present。
Now； as we moved into the great Piazza della Signoria； I could see that he was displeased by the thin ash that still hung in the air； and the vile smells。
I also noticed that we slipped past others easily； two dark…draped swiftly moving figures。 Our feet scarce made a sound。 It was the vampiric gift that we could move so stealthily； shifting quickly out of sudden and occasional mortal observation with an instinctive grace。
〃It's as though we're invisible；〃 I said to Marius； 〃as if nothing can hurt us； because we don't really belong here and will soon take our leave。〃 I looked up at the grim battlements that fronted on the Square。
〃Yes； but we are not invisible； remember it；〃 he whispered。
〃But who died here today？ People are full of torment and fear。 Listen。 There is satisfaction； and there is weeping。〃
He didn't answer。
I grew uneasy。
〃What is it？ It can't be any mon thing；〃 I said。 〃The city is too vigilant and unquiet。〃
〃It's their great reformer； Savonarola；〃 Marius said。 〃He died on this day； hanged； and then burnt here。 Thank God； he was already dead before the flames rose。〃
〃You wish mercy for Savonarola？〃 I asked。 I was puzzled。 This man； a great reformer in the eyes of some perhaps； had always been damned by all I knew。 He had condemned all pleasures of the senses； denying any validity to the very school in which my Master thought all things were to be learnt。
〃I wish mercy for any man；〃 said Marius。 He beckoned for me to follow； and we moved towards the nearby street。
We headed away from the grisly place。
〃Even this one； who persuaded Botticelli to heap his own paintings on the Bonfires of the Vanities？〃 I asked。 〃How many times have you pointed to the details of your own copies of Botticelli's work to show me some graceful beauty you wanted me to never forget？〃
〃Are you going to argue with me until the end of the world！〃 said Marius。 〃I'm pleased that my blood has given you new strength in every aspect； but must you question every word that falls from my lips？〃 He threw me a furious glance； letting the light of nearby torches fully illuminate his half…mocking smile。 〃There are some students who believe in this method； and that greater truths rise out of the continued strife between teacher and pupil。 But not me！ I believe you n