METAVERSE SUMMIT – Paris, July 16-17th, 2022

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He was in my arms instantly, and I held him warmly, whispering close to his ear.

Amadeo, I said, kissing him once again as the blood flowed over my lips and into his mouth,what was your name in that lost land? Again I filled my mouth with blood and I gave it to him.Reach back for the past, child, and make it part of the future.

Don't be afraid, child, not even for a moment. You'll die now to live forever, as I take your blood and give it back to you. I won't let you s).ip away.

I saw monks half walled up alive as they fasted, eating only what would sustain them. I smelled the earth. I smelled decay. Oh, how ghastly was this passage to salvation. And he had been part of it, half in

I drew him back away from the wound, and as he cried out I sank my teeth into his throat again. This time it was my blood mingled with his that flowed into me. The poison was no more.

How knowing, how clever was his expression HOW full of triumph he seemed suddenly in his silence and patience. How utterly damned.

Come to me, I said. I held out my arms.

You can stand now, my blessed pupil, I told him.My blood runs through you after the poison. We have begun.

bitter earth of the monastery, Amadeo came into the light.

He was in my arms instantly, and I held him warmly, whispering close to his ear.

Again, I saw the ikons. I saw the dim corridors of the monastery, and then in the falling snow, I saw the two on their horses, Amadeo and his father. Amadeo held the ikon, and the priest ran beside him, telling him that he must place the ikon in a tree, that the Tatars wquld find it and count it as a miracle, and Amadeo, how innocent he looked to be such a bold rider, to be chosen to ride with his father for Prince Michael's mission, as the snow came down heavily, as his hair was whipped by the wind.

Prince Michael, their ruler, wanted to send Amacleo's father into the grasslands. It was a foolish mission. The monks railed against it, that Amadeo's father would take him into such danger. The monks wrapped the ikon and gave it to Amadeo. Out of the darkness and

Then for one instant I saw nothing but his paintings, one image tumbling upon another, rapt faces of Christ, the Virgin-I saw the halos studded with costly jewels. Ah, such riches in the dark, cheerless monastery. And then came the rich bawdy laughter of his father, wanting him to leave the monastery, to ride out with him into the grasslands where the Tatars rode.

love with the sacrificial cells and their starving inhabitants, save for his gift: that he could paint.

How knowing, how clever was his expression HOW full of triumph he seemed suddenly in his silence and patience. How utterly damned.

Be my child, Amadeo, I whispered in this sweetness.Be my child forever, I said.Have I ever loved anyone more than you?

He took the first steps, unsure of himself, so full of my blood that surely the light itself must have amazed him, but his eyes were moving over the multitude of figures painted on the wall. Then he looked directly at me.

Come, Amadeo, come and take it from me, I said, my eyes full of tears.You are the victor. Take what I have to give.

Come, Amadeo, come and take it from me, I said, my eyes full of tears.You are the victor. Take what I have to give.

He trembled, fearing to let go of me, his head hanging heavily, his luxuriant hair soft against my hands.

I stepped away from him. I left him standing. I let loose my red

I stepped away from him. I left him standing. I let loose my red

He took the first steps, unsure of himself, so full of my blood that surely the light itself must have amazed him, but his eyes were moving over the multitude of figures painted on the wall. Then he looked directly at me.

I saw monks half walled up alive as they fasted, eating only what would sustain them. I smelled the earth. I smelled decay. Oh, how ghastly was this passage to salvation. And he had been part of it, half in

He was in my arms instantly, and I held him warmly, whispering close to his ear.

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