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beggars slept where they could.The canals reeked of refuse and dead fish.

committed to the dark water, unconfessed and unmourned."

I turned, feeling the blood in my face and in my chest and then slowly moving into my hands. My vision was dim, and I knew that I was smiling-not a vicious smile, you understand, but something secretive and beyond anything the child had ever beheld.

"Tell him, rny beloved beauty," I said, my voice muted so that the company should take no notice, "tell him what awful deeds lie behind your gentle composure. Tell him what poison guests have drunk beneath your roof."

"Tell him, rny beloved beauty," I said, my voice muted so that the company should take no notice, "tell him what awful deeds lie behind your gentle composure. Tell him what poison guests have drunk beneath your roof."

There I found a mortal victim within minutes, and to Amadeo's amazement caught the miserable fellow with preternatural speed as he sought to stab me, and brought him up to my lips.

I wrapped him in my arms and, covering his face, I carried him with me down into a wretched district of Venice, in which thieves and

Amadeo was trembling. "Please, Master, let us leave here. We have nothing but love for Bianca."

There I found a mortal victim within minutes, and to Amadeo's amazement caught the miserable fellow with preternatural speed as he sought to stab me, and brought him up to my lips.

And looking into his brown eyes I knew that he had left the mortal world behind him more effortlessly perhaps than any other mortal I might have plucked from my garden, for those memories still festered within him, though he was disposed completely to believe in me.

When it was finished, I dropped the body silently into the filthy water of the canal.

When it was finished, I dropped the body silently into the filthy water of the canal.

When at last I looked at him, I saw only amazement.

beggars slept where they could.The canals reeked of refuse and dead fish.

Amadeo was trembling. "Please, Master, let us leave here. We have nothing but love for Bianca."

"No, Master," he answered, and then a smile played on his lips as though it were a flame which had sprung from mine. "It's marvelous what I saw, Master. What do I care for his body or his soul?"

I turned, feeling the blood in my face and in my chest and then slowly moving into my hands. My vision was dim, and I knew that I was smiling-not a vicious smile, you understand, but something secretive and beyond anything the child had ever beheld.

"Why are we here, Master?" asked Anmdeo. He looked towards the front rooms fearfully.

Once again, I wrapped him in my cloak, covering his face so that he could see nothing as I traveled through the air silently, moving over the rooftops and then breaking deftly and silently through an upper window that had been shuttered against the night air.

"Have you no tears for the man, Amadeo?" I asked. "Have you no questions as to the disposition of his soul? Without Sacred Rites, he died. He died only for me."

Through the rear chambers of the house, I moved from this breach till we stood together in the shadowy and sumptuous bedroom of Bianca, and through the salons before us, I saw her turn from her guests. I saw her coming to us.

When at last I looked at him, I saw only amazement.

"But how, Master?" Amadeo demanded. "What are you saying? What do you mean to do?"

Bianca stood before us, asking us as gently as she could, How had we come to be in her private rooms? Her pale eyes looked at me searchingly.

beggars slept where they could.The canals reeked of refuse and dead fish.

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