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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。
Bianca had lost consciousness。 I had perhaps three quarters of an hour before the day's slumber would e for me as well。
I looked up at Akasha； delighting in the last shimmer of the dying candles in her eyes。
〃You know what a liar I am； don't you？〃 I asked her。 〃You know how wicked I have been。 And you play my game with me； don't you； my Sovereign？〃
Did I hear laughter？
Maybe I was going mad。 There had been enough pain for it and enough magic； there had been enough hunger； and enough blood。
I looked down at Bianca who rested so trustingly on my arm。
〃I have planted in her mind the image of Pandora； haven't I？〃 I whispered； 〃so that wherever she goes with me she will search。 And from her angel mind； Pandora cannot fail to pluck my image。 And so we may find each other； Pandora and I； through her。 She doesn't dream of what I've done。 She thinks only to fort me with her listening； and I； though loving her； take her North with me； into the lands where Raymond Gallant has told me that Pandora was last seen。
〃Oh； very wicked； but what does it take to sustain life when life is bruised and burnt as badly as my life has been？ For me it is this extravagant and slender ambition； and for it I abandon Amadeo whom I should rescue as soon as my strength is restored。〃
There was a sound in the chapel。 What was it？ The sound of the wax of the last candle？
It seemed a voice was speaking to me soundlessly。
You cannot rescue Amadeo。 You are the keeper of the Mother and the Father。
〃Yes； I grow sleepy；〃 I whispered。 I closed my eyes。 〃I know such things； I have always known them。〃
You go on； you seek Raymond Gallant； you must remember。 Look at his face again。
〃Yes； the Talamasca；〃 I said。 〃And the castle called Lorwich in East Anglia。 The place he called the Motherhouse。 Yes。 I remember both sides of the golden coin。〃
I thought dreamily of that supper when he had e upon me so stealthily and stared at me with such innocent and inquisitive eyes。
I thought of the music and the way Amadeo smiled at Bianca as they danced together。 I thought of everything。
And then in my hand I saw the golden coin and the engraved image of the castle； and I thought； Am I not dreaming？ But it seemed that Raymond Gallant was talking to me； talking very distinctly：
〃Listen to me； Marius； remember me； Marius。 We know of her； Marius。 We watch and we are always here。〃
〃Yes； go North；〃 I whispered。
And it seemed that the Queen of Silence said without a word that she was content。
28
AS I LOOK BACK NOW；！ have no doubt that Akasha turned me away from the rescue of Amadeo； and as I consider all that I have revealed here I have no doubt of her intervention in my life at other periods。
Had I attempted to go South to Rome； I would have fallen into Santino's hands and met with destruction。 And what better lure was there than the promise that I might soon meet with Pandora？
Of course my encounter with Raymond Gallant was quite real； and the details of this were vivid within my mind； and Akasha no doubt subtracted these details by virtue of her immense power。
The description of Pandora which I had confided to Bianca was also quite real； and this too might have been known to the Queen had she opened her ears to listen to my distant prayers from Venice。
Whatever the case； from the night we arrived at the shrine I was set upon a course of recovery and of a search for Pandora。
If anyone had told me that both would take some two hundred years； I might have met with despair； but I did not know this。 I knew only that I was safe within the shrine； and I had Akasha to protect me； and Bianca to content me。
For well over a year I drank from the fount of the Mother。 And for six months of this time； I fed my powerful blood to Bianca。
During those nights； when I could not open the stone door； I saw myself grow more robust in appearance with each divine feast； and I spent the long hours talking in respectful whispers with Bianca。
We took to conserving the oil for the lamps； and the fine candles which I had stored behind the Divine Parents； for we had no inkling of how long it would be before I could open the door and take us to
hunting in the distant Alpine towns or cities。
At last there came a night when it occurred to me most strongly to venture out； and I was clever enough to know that this thought had not e to me at random。 It had been suggested to me by a series of images。 I could open the door now。 I could go out。 And I could take Bianca with me。
As for my appearance to the mortal world； my skin was coal black； and heavily scarred in places as though from the stroking of a hot poker。 But the face I saw in Bianca's mirror was fully formed； with the serene expression that has always been so familiar to me。 And my body was strong once more； and my hands of which I am so vain were a scholar's hands with long deft fingers。
For another year； I could not dare to send to Raymond Gallant a letter。
Carrying Bianca with me to far…flung towns； I searched hastily and clumsily for the Evil Doer。 As such creatures often run in packs； we would enjoy a gluttonous feast； and then I would take such clothes and gold as needed from the dead； and off we would go to the shrine well before daylight。
I think when I look back on it that ten years at least went by in this fashion。 But time is so strange with us； how can I be certain？
What I remember was that a powerful bond existed between me and Bianca that seemed absolutely unshakable。 As the years passed； she was as much my panion in silence as she had ever been in conversation。
We moved as one； without argument or consultation。
She was a proud and merciless hunter； dedicated to the majesty of Those Who Must Be Kept； and always drank from more than one human victim whenever possible。 Indeed； there seemed no limit to the blood she could imbibe。 She wanted strength； both from me and the Evil Doer whom she took with righteous coldness。
Riding the winds in my arms； she turned her eyes to the stars fearlessly。 And often she spoke to me softly and easily of her mortal life in Florence； telling me the stories of her youth； and of how she had loved her brothers who had so admired Lorenzo the Magnificent。 Yes； she had seen my beloved Botticelli many a time and told me in detail of paintings which I had not seen。 She sang songs to me now and then which she posed herself。 She spoke in sadness of the death of her brothers and how she had fallen into the power of her evil kinsmen。
I loved listening to her as much as I loved talking to her。 Indeed； it was so fluid between us that I still wonder at it。
And though on many a morn； she bed out her lovely hair and replaited it with her ropes of tiny pearls； she never plained of our lot； and wore the cast…off tunics and cloaks of the men we slew as I did。
Now and then； slipping discreetly behind the King and Queen； she took from her precious bundle a gorgeous gown of silk and clothed herself with care in it
