anner.bloodandgold-第83章
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He shook his head。
〃I think there's more to it；〃 he answered。
〃Then be my teacher；〃 I answered。
He came closer to me； and looked down at me as I remained seated at my desk。
〃There's a bitter cold in me；〃 he said； 〃a cold which es from a
distant land。 And nothing ever really makes it warm。 Even the Blood did not make it warm。 You knew of this cold。 You tried a thousand times to melt it； and transform it to something more brilliant； but you never succeeded。 And then on the night that I came near to death…no； was； in fact； dying…you counted upon that cold to give me the stamina for the Blood。〃
I nodded。 I looked away； but he put his hand on my shoulder。
〃Look at me； please； sir；〃 he said。 〃Isn't it so？〃 His face was serene。
〃Yes；〃 I said； 〃it's so。〃
〃Why do you shrink from me as I ask this question？〃 he pressed。
〃Arnadeo；〃 I said； speaking firmly； 〃is this a curse； this Blood？〃
〃No；〃 he answered quickly。
〃Think on it before you answer。 Is it a curse！〃 I declared。
〃No；〃 he said again。
〃Then cease your questions。 Don't seek to anger me or embitter me。 Let me teach you what I have to teach。〃
He had lost this little battle and he walked away from me； looking once more like the child； though his full seventeen years as a mortal had rendered him more than that。
He climbed upon the bed； and curled his legs beneath him； sitting there motionless in the alcove of red taffeta and red light。
〃Take me back to my home； Master；〃 he said。 〃Take me back to Russia where I was born。 Yo＇i can take me there； I know you can。 You have that power。 You can find the place。〃
〃Why； Amadeo？〃
〃I must see it to forget it。 I must know for certain that it was 。 。 。 what it was。〃
J thought on this for a long time before I answered。
〃Very well。 You will tell me all you remember and I will take you where you want to go。 And into the hands of your human family you can place whatever wealth you wish。〃
He said nothing to this。
〃But our secrets will be kept from them； as our secrets are kept from everyone。〃
He nodded。
〃And then we shall return。〃
Again he nodded。
〃All this will happen after the great feast that Bianca will start preparing。 On that night； here； we will dance with our invited guests。
Over and over again； you will dance with Bianca。 We will use our greatest skill to pass among our guests as human。 And I shall count upon you as much as I count upon Bianca or Vincenzo。 And the feast will leave all of Venice in awe。〃
A faint smile came over his face。 Again he nodded。
〃Now you know what I want of you；〃 I declared。 〃I want that you befriend the boys all the more lovingly。 And I want that you go to Bianca all the more often； after you've fed of course； and your skin is ruddy； and that you tell her nothing； nothing of the magic by which you were saved。〃
He nodded。
〃I thought。。。〃 he whispered。
〃You thought？ 〃I asked。
〃I thought if I had the Blood I would have all things；〃 he said。 〃And now I know that it's not so。〃
23
No MATTER how long we exist； we have our memories… points in time which time itself cannot erase。 Suffering may distort my backward glances； but even to suffering； some memories will yield nothing of their beauty or their splendor。 Rather they remain as hard as gems。
So it is with me and the night of Bianca's most supreme feast； and indeed I call it that because it was Bianca who created it； merely using the wealth and rooms of my palazzo for her finest achievement in which all the apprentices participated and in which even humble Vincenzo was given a dramatic role。
All of Venice did e to partake of our never ending banquet； and to delight in the singing and the dancing； whilst the boys performed in numerous and grandly staged tableaux。
It seemed that every room had its own singers or divine pageants。 The music of the lute； the virginal； and a dozen other instruments blended to make die lovely songs that lulled and enchanted everyone； as die younger boys； royally costumed； went about filling cups from golden pitchers of wine。
And Amadeo and I did dance ceaselessly； stepping carefully and gracefully as was the fashion then…one walked to music； really… clasping hands with many a Venetian beauty as well as our beloved genius of the whole affair。
Many a time； I snatched her away from die illumination of the candles and told her how dear to me she was that she could bring about such magic。 And I begged from her a promise that she might do it again and again。
But what could pare to this night of dancing and wandering amid mortal guests who mented gently and drunkenly on my paintings； sometimes asking me why I had painted this or that？ As in the past； no critical word struck my heart deeply。 I felt only the loving heat of mortal eyes。
As for Amadeo； I watched over him constantly； and saw only that he was divinely happy； seeing all this splendor as a blood drinker； divinely thrilled by the theatricals in which the boys played wonderfully designed roles。
He had taken my advice and continued in his love of them； and now amid the blazing candelabra and the sweet music； he was radiant with happiness and whispered in my ear when he could that he could ask for nothing finer than this night。
Having fed early； and far away； we were warm with blood and keen of vision。 And so the night belonged to us in our strength and in our happiness； and the magnificent Bianca was ours and ours only as all men seemed to know。
Only as sunrise approached did the guests begin to take their leave； with the gondolas lined up before the front doors； and we had to break from the duty of accepting farewells to find our own way to the safety of our gold…lined grave。
Amadeo embraced me before we parted to lie in our coffins。
〃Do you still want to make the journey to your homeland？〃 I asked him。
〃Yes； I want to go there；〃 he said quickly。 He looked at me sadly。 〃I wish I could say no。 On this night of aH nights； I wish I could say no。〃 He was downcast； and I would not have it。
〃I'll take you。〃
〃But I don't know the name of the place。 I can't…。〃
f'You needn't torture yourself on that account；〃 I said。 〃I know it from all you've told me。 It's the city of Kiev； and I shall take you there very soon。〃
There came a look of bright recognition to his face。 〃Kiev；〃 he said and then he said it in Russian。 He knew now it was his old home。
The following night I told him the story of his native city。
Kiev had once been magnificent； its cathedral built； to rival Hagia Sophia in Constantinople from which its Christianity had corne。 Greek Christianity had shaped its beliefs and its art。 And bodi had flourished beautifully there in a wondrous place。 But centuries ago； the Mongols had sacked this grand city； massacred its population； destroying forever its power； leaving behind some accidental survivals； among them monks who kept to themselves。
What remained of Kiev？ A miserable place along the banks of the Dnieper River where the cathedral still stood； and the monks still existed in the famous Monastery of the Caves。
Quietly； Amadeo listened to this intelligence and I could see the pure misery in his face。
〃All through my long life；〃 I said； 〃I have seen such ruin。 Magnificent
cities are created by men and women with dreams。 Then there e the riders of the North or the East and they trample and destroy the magnificence； all that men and women have created is no more。 Fear and misery follow this destruction。 And nowhere is it more visible than in the ruins of your home…Kiev Rus。〃
I could see that he was listening to me。 I could sense that he wanted me to continue to explain。
〃There exists now in our beautiful Italy a land that will not be sacked by those warriors； for they no longer menace the northern or eastern borders of Europe。 Rather they long ago settled into the
continent and became the very population of France and Britain and Germany today。 Those who would still pillage and rape have been pushed back forever。 Now throughout Europe what men and wromen can do in cities
