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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 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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

His eyes opened wide.

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

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

His eyes opened wide.

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

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 sank my teeth into his throat and tasted the poison in his blood as soon as it flowed into me, my body destroying the poison, my body consuming his blood effortlessly, as it might have consumed a dozen such young ones, and into my mind there c^rne the visions of his childhood-of the Russian monastery where he had painted his

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.

flawless ikons, of the cold chambers in which he'd lived.

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.

I stopped; I drew back from the blood and the visions. I knew him. I knew the relentless and hopeless darkness inside of him. I knew the life that had been forecast in hunger and bitter discipline.

velvet cloak and pushed it away from me.

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.

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

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

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