anner.bloodandgold-第15章
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eir hands。
I； who had slain old pagan blood drinkers with ease； seemed somehow unable to obey her； perhaps because I realized for the first time that if we remained in Antioch； if we maintained our household and our lives； more and more blood drinkers would e and there would be no end to killing them in order to protect our fine secret。 And my soul suddenly could not endure this possibility。 Indeed I thought once more of death for myself and even for Those Who Must Be Kept。
We slaughtered the zealots。 It was a simple thing to do for they were so young。 It took only moments with torches and with our swords。 We burnt them to ashes and then scattered those ashes as； I'm sure you know； must be done。
But after it was over； I lapsed into a terrible silence and for months would not leave the shrine。 I abandoned Pandora for my own suffering。
I couldn't explain to her that I had foreseen a grim future； and when she had gone out to hunt the city or to do whatever amused her； I went to Akasha。
I went to my Queen。 I knelt before her and I asked her what she meant for me to do。
〃After all；〃 I said； 〃these are your children； are they not？ They e in new battalions and they don't know your name。 They likened their fangs to those of serpents。 They spoke of the Hebrew prophet Moses； holding up the serpent staff in the desert。 They spoke of others who might e。〃
No answer came from Akasha。 No real answer was to e from Akasha for two thousand years。
But I was only beginning my awful journey then。 And all I knew in those anxious moments was that I had to conceal my prayers from Pandora； that I couldn't let her see me…Marius； the philosopher…on bended knee。 I went on with my praying； I went on with my feverish worship。 And as always happens when one prays to an immobile thing； the light played upon the face of Akasha； the light gave some
semblance of life。
Meantime； Pandora； as embittered by my silence as I was by Akasha's silence； became utterly distraught。
And one night she hurled at me a simple household insult； 〃Would that I were rid of them and rid of you。〃
She left the house and she did not return the next night or the night after that。
As you can see； she was merely playing the same game with me that I had played with her。 She refused to be a witness to my hardness。 But she could not understand how desperately I needed her presence； and even her vain pleas。
Oh； it was so shamefully selfish of me。 It was such a needless disaster
but powerfully angry with her； I took the irrevocable step of arranging for my departure from Antioch by day。
Indeed； by the light of the dim lamp； so as not to arouse my mortal agents； I gave orders for myself and Those Who Must Be Kept to be transported in three immense sarcophaghi to Rome by sea。 I abandoned
my Pandora。 I took with me all that was mine and left her only the empty villa； with her own possessions strewn rather carelessly and insultingly around it。 I left the only creature in the world who could have patience with me； who could give me understanding； and who had done so； no matter how often or how hard we had fought。
I left the only being who knew what I was！
Of course I didn't know the consequences。 I didn't realize that I would not find Pandora for hundreds of years。 I didn't know that she would bee a goddess in my mind； a being as powerful in my
memory as Akasha was to me night after night。
You see； it was another lie； like unto the lie I've told about Akasha。 I loved Pandora and I needed her。 But in our verbal bat； I had always； no matter how emotional； played the role of the superior mind who was in no need of her seemingly irrational discourse and always evident affection。 I remember the very night that I gave her the Dark Blood how she had argued with me。
She said； 〃Don't make a religion of reason and logic。 Because in the passage of time reason may fail you and when it does； you may find yourself taking refuge in madness。〃 I was so offended by these words ing from the mouth of this beautiful woman whose eyes so entranced me that I could scarce follow her thoughts。
Yet in those months of silence； after we had slain the New Believers；
this was precisely what had happened。 I had lapsed into a form of badness and refused to speak a word。
And only now can I admit the full folly of it； that my own weakness was unsupportable to me； and that I could not endure having her as the
witness of the melancholy which shrouded my soul。
Even now； I cannot have her as a witness to my suffering。 I live here alone； with Daniel。 I speak to you because you are a new friend and can take from me fresh impressions and fresh suggestions。 You don't look at me with old knowledge and old fear。 But let me go on with my tale。
Our ship arrived at the port of Ostia in good order； and once we had been transported in three sarcophaghi to the city of Rome； I rose from my 〃grave；〃 made arrangements for an expensive villa just outside the city walls； and arranged an underground shrine for Those Who Must Be Kept in the hills well away from the house。
A great guilt weighed me down that I had placed them at such a distance from the place in which I lived； read my books； and took to my crypt at night。 After all； they had been within my very house in Antioch；
though safely beneath it； and now they were some miles away。
But I wanted to live close to the great city； and indeed within a few short years； the walls of Rome were built out and around my house so that Rome enclosed it。 I had a country villa in town。
It was no safe place for Those Who Must Be Kept。 So it proved most wise that I had created their shrine well away from the burgeoning city； and settling into my villa； I played 〃a Roman gentleman〃 to those around me； the loving master of several simple…minded and gullible slaves。
Now understand that I had been away from Rome for over two hundred years。
Glorying in the cultural riches of Antioch； a Roman city； yes； but an Eastern city； listening to her poets and teachers in the Forum； roaming her libraries by torchlight； I had been horrified by descriptions of the latest Roman Emperors who had disgraced the title altogether by their antics and inevitably been murdered by their bodyguards or their troops。
But I was far wrong that the Eternal City had fallen into degradation。
Great Emperors of the past hundred years there had been such as Hadrian and Marcus Aurelius； and Septimius Severus； and there had been an enormous number of monumental buildings added to the capital as well as a great increase of population。 Not even a blood drinker such as myself could have inspected all of Rome's temples；
amphitheaters and baths。
Indeed Rome was more than likely the largest and most impressive city in the world。 Some two million people made up the populace； many of the plebs； as the poor were called； receiving a daily ration of corn and wine。
I yielded to the spell of the city immediately。 And shutting out the horrors of the Imperial quarrels and continuous war along the frontiers
I diverted myself by studying the intellectual and aesthetic handiwork
of mankind as I've always done。
Of course I went immediately to play the hovering ghost about the town houses of my descendants； for I had kept some track of them； though never admitting it to Pandora； and I found them to be good members of the old Senatorial class； striving desperately to maintain some order in government； while the army elevated Emperor after Emperor in a desperate attempt to secure power for this or that faction in this or that far…flung place。
It broke my heart actually to see these young men and women whom I knew to have e down from my uncles and aunts； from my nieces and nephews； and it was during this period that I broke my record of them forever； though why precisely I cannot say。
It was a time for me of breaking all ties。 I had abandoned Pandora。 I had put Those Who Must Be Kept at some remove from me； and now I came home one night； from spying upon a supper party at the house of one of my many descendants； and I took out of a wooden chest
