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d not seem even to blink。 And so it was that tender Bianca was initiated into these powerful mysteries with great care and thought them beautiful and nothing more。
〃It was to this chapel；〃 I explained； 〃that I would e when I left Venice； and I would light the lamps for the King and the Queen； and bring fresh flowers。 You see； there are none now。 But I will bring them when I can。〃
Once again； I realized that in spite of my enthusiasm and gratitude； I couldn't really make her know what a miracle it was that Akasha had opened the door for us； or lighted the lamps。 Indeed； I didn't dare to do it； and now that I had finished this respectful recital； I closed my eyes； and in silence I thanked both Akasha and Enkil that they had admitted me to the sanctuary； and that they had greeted us with the gift of light。
Over and over I offered my prayers； perhaps unable myself to grasp the fact that they had so weled me； and not too certain of what it really meant。 Was I loved？ Was I needed？ It seemed I must accept without presumption。 It seemed I must be grateful without imagining things that weren't so。
I knelt in quietude for a long time and Bianca must surely have observed me for she too was quiet； and then I could bear the thirst no longer。 I stared at Akasha。 I desired the Blood。 I could think of nothing but the Blood。 All my injuries were as so many open wounds in me。 And my wounds bled for the Blood。 I had to attempt to take the all…powerful Blood from the Queen。
〃My beauty；〃 I said； placing my gloved hand on Bianca's tender arm。 〃I want you to go to the corner there and to sit quiet； and to say nothing of what you see。〃
〃But what will happen？〃 she whispered。 For the first time she sounded afraid。 She looked about herself at the shivering flames of the lamps； at the glowing candles； at the painted walls。
〃Do as I tell you；〃 I said。 I had to say it； and she had to do it； for how was I ever to know whether the Queen would let me drink？
As soon as Bianca was in the corner with her heavy cloak wrapped around her and as far away as possible； for whatever good it would do； I prayed in silence for the Blood。
〃You see me and what I am；〃 I said silently； 〃you know that I have been burnt。 This is why you opened the door for me and admitted me； because I could not do it； and surely you see what a monster I have bee。 Have mercy on me and let me drink from you as you have done in the past。 I need the Blood。 I need it more than I have ever needed it。 And so I e to you with respect。〃
I removed my leather mask and laid it aside。 I was as hideous now as those old burnt gods whom Akasha had once crushed when they came to her。 Would she refuse me in the same manner？ Or had she known all along what had befallen me？ Had she understood pletely all things before the door was ever opened？
I rose slowly until I knelt at her feet and I could put my hand upon her throat； all the while tensed for the threat of Enkil's arm； but it did not e。
I kissed her throat； feeling her plaited hair against me and looking at her white skin before me； and hearing only Bianca's soft tears。
〃Don't cry； Bianca；〃 I whispered。
Then I sank my teeth suddenly； viciously； as I had so often done； and the thick blood flooded into me； brilliant and hot as the lamplight
and the light of the candles； pouring into me as if her heart were pumping it willingly into me； racing the beat of my own heart。 My head grew light。 My body grew light。
Far away Bianca wept。 Why was she afraid？
I saw the garden。 I saw the garden I had painted after I had fallen in love with Botticelli； and it was filled with his orange trees and with his flowers and yet it was my garden； the garden of my father's house outside Rome long long ago。 How could I ever forget my own garden？ How could I ever forget the garden where I had first played as a child？
In memory I went back to those days in Rome when I had been mortal； and there was my garden； the garden of the villa of my father； and I was walking in the soft grass and listening to the sound of the fountain； and then it seemed that all through time； the garden changed but never changed； and it was always there for me。
I lay down on the grass； and the branches of the trees moved above me。 I heard a voice speaking to me； rapidly and sweetly； but I didn't know what it was saying； and then I knew that Amadeo was hurt； that he was in the hands of those who would bring pain and evil to him； and that I could not go to him now； I would only stumble into their snares if I did； and that I must stay here。
I was the Keeper of the King and the Queen as I had told Bianca； yes； the Keeper of the King and the Queen； and I must let Amadeo go in Time； and perhaps were I to do as I should； perhaps Pandora would be returned to me； Pandora who traveled the northern cities of Europe now； Pandora who had been seen。
The garden was verdant and fragrant and I saw Pandora clearly。 I saw her in her soft white dress； her hair loose as I had described it to Bianca。 Pandora smiled。 She walked towards me。 She spoke to me。 The Queen wants us to be together； she said。 Her eyes were large andwondering and I knew she was very close to me； very close； so close that I could almost touch her hand。
I can't be imagining this； no； I cannot； I thought。 And there came back to me again vividly the sound of Pandora's voice； as she quarreled with me on our first night as bride and groom： Even as this new blood races through me still； eats at me and transforms me； I cling to neither reason nor superstition for my safety。 I can walk through a myth and out of it！ You fear me； because you don't know what I am。 I look like a woman； I sound like a man； and your reason tells you the sum total is impossible。
I was looking into Pandora's eyes。 She sat on the garden bench； pulling the flower petals out of her brown hair； a girl again in the Blood； a woman…girl forever； as Bianca would be a young woman forever。
I reached out on either side of me and felt the grass beneath my hands。
Suddenly I fell backwards； out of the dream garden； out of the illusion
and found myself lying quite still on the floor of the chapel； between the high bank of perfect candles； and the steps of the dais where the enthroned couple kept their ancient place。
Nothing seemed changed about me。 Even Bianca's crying came as before。
〃Be quiet now； darling；〃 I said to her。 But my eyes were fastened to the face of Akasha above me； and to her breasts beneath the golden silk of her Egyptian dress。
It seemed that Pandora had been with me； that she had been in the very chapel。 And the beauty of Pandora seemed bound up with the beauty and presence of Akasha in some intimate way which I could not understand。
〃What are these portents？〃 I whispered。 I sat up and then rose to my knees。 〃Tell me； my beloved Queen。 What are these portents？ Did you once bring Pandora to me because you wanted us to be together？ Do you remember when Pandora spoke those words to me？ 〃
I fell silent。 But my mind spoke to Akasha。 My mind pleaded with her。 Where is Pandora？ Will you bring Pandora to me again？
A long interval passed and then I rose to my feet。
I went round the bank of candles and found my precious panion
quite distraught over the simple wonder she had beheld of me drinking from the immobile Queen。
〃And then you fell back； as though you were lifeless；〃 she recounted。 〃And I didn't dare to go to you； as you'd said that I mustn't move。〃
I forted her。
〃And then finally you waked； and you spoke of Pandora； and I saw that you were so 。。。 so much healed。〃
This was true。 I was more robust all over； my arms and legs thicker； heavier； and my face had more of its natural contour。 Indeed； I was still badly burnt； but a man of some stature and seeming strength now； and indeed I could feel more of the old strength in my limbs。
But it was now only two hours from dawn； and being quite unable to open the door； and not in any mood to pray that Akasha work mon miracles for anyone； I knew I had to give my blood to Bianca； and so this is what I did。
Would it offend the Queen； that I； having just drunk from her would offer this powerful blood to a child？ There was nothing to do but find out。
I didn't frighten Bianca with any warnings or doubts on the matter。 I beckoned to her that she should e to me and lie in my arms。
I cut my wrist for her and told her to drink。 I heard her gasp with the shock of the powerful blood and her delicate fingers stiffened to make her two hands into claws。
At last of her own volition she drew back and sat up slowly beside me； her eyes vague and full of reflected light。
I kissed her forehead。
〃What did you see in the Blood； my beauty？〃 I asked。
She shook her head as though she had no words for it； and then she laid her head on my chest。
There was only serenity and peace in the chapel； and as we lay down to sleep together； the lamps slowly burnt out。
At last the candles were down to a few； and I could feel the dawn ing； and the chapel was warm as I had promised； and glittering with its riches； but above all with its solemn King and Queen。
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