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ose words written in the hand of Matthew； Mark； Luke and John and Paul。 Where is there one parchment scroll left which bears the signature of Aristotle？ And Plato； would that we had one scrap he threw into the fire when feverishly working…？〃
〃What are those things to us； Santino？〃 she asked reprovingly； but her hand touched his head as she looked down。 She smoothed his hair as though she were his Mother。
〃I meant to say that it is the way of God；〃 Santino said； 〃the way of His creation。 Even what is writ in stone is washed away by time； and cities lie beneath the fire and ash of roaring mountains。 I meant to say the Earth eats all； and now it's taken him； this legend； this Marius； this one so much older than any we ever knew by name； and with him go his precious secrets。 So be it。〃
I locked my hands together to stop their trembling。 I said nothing。
〃There was a town in which I lived；〃 he went on； murmuring。 He held a fat black rat now in his arms； stroking its fur as if it were the prettiest of cats； and it with its tiny eye seemed unable to move； its tail a great curved scythe turned downward。 〃A lovely town it was； with high thick walls； and such a Fair each year； words can't describe where all the merchants showed their wares and all the villages both far and near sent young and old to buy； to sell； to dance； to feast。。。 it seemed a perfect place！ And yet the plague took it。 The plague came； respecting no gate or wall or tower； invisible to the Lord's men； and to the Father in the field and the Mother in her kitchen garden。 The plague took all； all it seemed except the most wicked。 In my house they walled me up； with bloating corpses of my brothers and sisters。 It was a vampire found me out； for foraging there he found no other blood to drink but mine。 And there had been so many！〃
〃Do we not give up our mortal history for the love of God？〃 Allesandra asked but most carefully。 Her hand worked on his hair and brushed it back from his forehead。
His eyes were huge with thought and memory； yet as he spoke again he looked at me； perhaps not even seeing me。
〃There are no walls there now。 It's gone to trees and blowing grass and piles of rubble。 And in castles far away one finds the stones which once made up our lord's keep； our finest hard…paved street； our proudest houses。 It is the very nature of this world that all things are devoured and time is a mouth as bloody as any other。〃
A silence fell。 I could not stop my shivering。 My body quaked。 A moan broke from my lips。 I looked from right to left and bowed my head； my hands tight to my neck to stop from screaming。
When I looked up again； I spoke。
〃I won't serve you！〃 I whispered。 〃I see your game。 I know your scriptures； your piety； your love of resignation！ You're spiders with your dark and intricate webs； no more than that； and breed for blood is all you know； all you know round which to weave your tiresome snares； as wretched as the birds that make their nests in filth on marble casements。 So spin your lies。 I hate you。 I will not serve you！〃
How lovingly they both looked at me。
〃Oh； poor child；〃 Allesandra said with a sigh。 〃You have only just begun to suffer。 Why must it be for pride's sake and not for God？〃
〃I curse you！〃
Santino snapped his fingers。 It was such a small gesture。 But out of the shadows； through doorways like secretive dumb mouths in the mud walls； there came his servants； hooded； robed； as before。 They gathered me up； securing my limbs； but I didn't struggle。
They dragged me to a cell of iron bars and earthen walls。 And when I sought to dig my way out of it； my clawing fingers came upon iron…bound stone； and I could dig no more。
I lay down。 I wept。 I wept for my Master。 I didn't care if anyone heard or mocked。 I didn't care。 I knew only loss and in that loss the very size of my love； and in knowing the size of love could somehow feel its splendor。 I cried and cried。 I turned and groveled in the earth。 I clutched at it； and tore at it； and then lay still with only silent tears flowing。
Allesandra stood with her hands on the bars。 〃Poor child；〃 she whispered。 〃I will be with you； always with you。 You have only to call my name。〃
〃And why is that？ Why？〃 I called out； my voice echoing off the stony walls。 〃Answer me。〃
〃In the very depths of Hell；〃 she said； 〃do not demons love one another？〃
An hour passed。 The night was old。
I thirsted。
I burned with it。 She knew it。 I curled up on the floor； my head bowed； sitting back on my heels。 I would die before I would drink blood again。 But it was all that I could see； all that I could think of； all that I could want。 Blood。
After the first night； I thought I would die of this thirst。
After the second； I thought I would perish screaming。
After the third； I only dreamed of it in weeping and in desperation； licking at my own blood tears on my fingertips。
After six nights of this when I could bear the thirst no longer； they brought a struggling victim to me。
Down the long black passage I smelled the blood。 I smelled it before I saw their torchlight。
A great stinking muscular youth who was dragged towards my cell； who kicked at them and cursed them； growling and drooling like a madman； screaming at the very sight of the torch with which they bullied him； forcing him towards me。
I climbed to my feet； too weak almost for this effort； and I fell on him； fell on his succulent hot flesh and tore open his throat； laughing and weeping as I did it； as my mouth was choked with blood。
Roaring and stammering； he fell beneath me。 The blood bubbled up out of the artery over lips and my thin fingers。 How like bones they looked； my fingers。 I drank and drank and drank until I could contain no more； and all the pain was gone from me； and all the despair was gone in the pure satisfaction of hunger； the pure greedy hateful selfish devouring of the blessed blood。
To this gluttonous； mindless； mannerless feast they left me。
Then falling aside； I felt my vision clear again in the dark。 The walls around me sparkled once more with tiny bits of ore like a starry firmament。 I looked and saw that the victim I had taken was Riccardo； my beloved Riccardo； my brilliant and goodhearted Riccardo…naked； wretchedly soiled； a fattened prisoner； kept all this while in some stinking earthen cell just for this。
I screamed。
I beat at the bars and bashed my head against them。 My white…faced warders rushed to the bars and then backed away in fear and peered at me across the dark corridor。 I fell down on my knees crying。
I grabbed up the corpse。 〃Riccardo； drink！〃 I bit into my tongue and spit the blood on his greasy staring face。 〃Riccardo！〃 But he was dead and empty； and they had gone； leaving him there to rot in this place with me； to rot beside me。
I began to sing 〃Dies irae； dies ilia〃 and to laugh as I sang it。
Three nights later； screaming and cursing； I tore the reeking corpse of Riccardo limb from limb so I could hurl the pieces out of the cell。 I could not endure it！ I flung the bloated trunk at the bars a