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y I couldn't quite see from this helpless vantage point。 I was alone in the room。 She was nowhere。
All of a sudden； I willed my limbs to action； but before I could so much as move； she appeared again； above in the window； visible from the waist to the top of her bowed head； peering down at me； and with her hands she tore loose the low embroidered border of her gown and bared her naked white breasts before me … tiny； rounded； very close together and with piquant nipples visible only in their darkness。 With her right hand she scratched her left breast； just above the little nipple； made it bleed。
〃Witch！〃 I rose up to grab hold of her； to kill her； and instead felt her hand grasp my head； and there came the pressure of her left breast into my very mouth； irresistibly frail yet firm。 Once again； all that was real melted and was swept away like so much idle smoke rising from a fire； and we were together in the meadow which belonged only to us； only to our diligent and indissoluble embraces。 I sucked the milk from her； as if she was maiden and mother； virgin and queen； all the while I broke with my thrusts whatever flower remained inside of her to be torn open。
I was let go。 I fell。 Helpless； unable even to raise a hand to keep her from flying； I fell down； weak and stupid onto the bed； my face wet and my limbs trembling。
I couldn't sit up。 I could do nothing。 I saw in flashes our field of tender white irises and red irises； the loveliest flowers of Tuscany； the wild irises of our land； blowing in the greenest grass； and I saw her running away from me。 Yet all this was transparent； half…tinted； and could not mask the tiny cell of a room as it had done before； only linger； like a veil drawn across my face； to torment me with its tickling weightless silkiness。
〃Spells！〃 I whispered。 〃My God； if you have ever mitted me to guardian angels； will you spur them on now to cover me with their wings！〃 I sighed。 〃I need them。〃
Finally； shakily and with dim vision； I sat up。 I rubbed at my neck。 Chills ran up and down my spine； and the backs of my arms。 My body was still full of desire。
I squeezed my eyes shut； refusing to think of her yet wanting anything； any source of stimulation； that would soothe this awful need。
I lay back again； and was very still until this carnal madness had left me。
I was a man again then； for not having been； at random； a man。
I got up； ready for tears； and I took my candle down to the main room of the Inn； trying not to make a sound on the crooked winding stone stairs； and I got a light from a candle there on a hook on the wall； at the mouth of the passage； and I went back up； clinging to this forting little light； shielding the shuddering flame with my cupped hand and praying still； and then I set down the candle。
I climbed up and tried to see what I could from the window。
Nothing； nothing but an impossible drop beneath me； a sloping wall up which a flesh…and…blood maiden could never have climbed； and higher； the mute； passive sky； in which the few stars had been covered by fleecy clouds as if not to acknowledge my prayers or my predicament。 It seemed absolutely certain I was going to die。
I was going to fall victim to these demons。 She was right。 How could I possibly exact the revenge they deserved？ How in Hell could I do it！ Yet I believed in my purpose utterly。 I believed in my revenge as pletely as I believed in her； this witch whom I had touched with my very own fingers； who had dared to kindle a wanton conflict in my soul； who had e with her rades of the night to slaughter my family
I couldn't overmaster the images of the night before； of her standing bewildered in the chapel door。 I couldn't get the taste of her off my lips。 All I had to do was think of her breasts； and my body would weaken as if she were feeding my desire from her nipple。
Make this subside； I prayed。 You cannot run。 You cannot go off to Florence； you cannot live forever with nothing but the memory of the slaughter you saw； that is impossible； unthinkable。 You cannot。
I wept when I realized that I wouldn't be alive now if it had not been for her。
It was she； the ashen…haired one I was cursing with every breath； who had stopped her hooded panion from killing me。 It would have been a plete victory！
A calm came over me。 Well； if I was going to die； there was no choice； really。 I would get them first。 I would somehow do it。
As soon as the sun was up； so was I； and walking around the town； my saddlebags over my shoulder casually； as if they didn't contain a fortune； I sized up quite a portion of Santa Maddalana； with its treeless； narrow…stoned streets； built centuries before； perhaps some of its buildings with their wild patternless mortared stones going back even to Roman times。
It was a marvelously peaceful and prosperous town。
The forges were already at work； and so were the cabinetmakers and also the saddlemakers； there were several shoemakers dealing in some fine slippers as well as the workaday boots； and quite a cluster of jewelers and men who worked in a great variety of precious metals； as well as the usual swordmakers； men who made keys and the like and those who dealt in hides and furs。
I passed more fancy shops than I could count。 One could buy fancy fabrics here； right from Florence； I supposed； and lace from north and south it seemed； and Oriental spices。 The butchers were having a time of it with the abundance of fresh meat。 And there were many wine shops； and I passed at least a couple of busy notaries； letter writers and the like； and several doctors or； rather； apothecaries。
Carts were rolling through the front gates； and there was even a little crush in the streets now and then before the sun was even high enough to e fiercely down over the close…tiled roofs and hit the bare stones on which I plodded uphill。
The churches rang their bells for Mass； and I saw plenty of schoolchildren rushing past me； all rather clean and neatly dressed； and then two little crews being paraded by monks into the churches； both of which were quite antique and had no ornament on the front at all； save for statues deep in niches … saints who scarcely had any features left to them at all … the heavily patched stones of the facades obviously having weathered the frequent earthquakes of this region。
There were two rather ordinary bookshops that had almost nothing much； except the prayer books one would expect to find； and these at very high prices。 Two merchants sold really fine wares from the East。 And there was a cluster of carpet sellers； too； who dealt in an impressive variety of country…made goods and intricate carpets from Byzantium。
Lots of money was changing hands。 There were well…dressed people showing off their fine clothes。 It seemed a self…sufficient place； though there were travelers ing uphill with the clop of horses' hooves echoing on the barren walls。 And I think I spied one neglected and very much fortified convent。
I passed at least two more inns； and as I crisscrossed through the barely passable alleyways here and there； I ascertained that there were actually three basic streets to the town； all running parallel up and down the hill。
At the far deep end were the gates by which I had entered； and the huge farmers' markets opened now in the piazza。
At the high end was the ruined fortress or castle where once the Lord had lived … a great cumbersome mass of old stones； of which only a part was visible from the street； and in the lower floors of this plex there were the town's governing offices。 There were several small grottoes or piazzas； and old fountains almost crumbled away but still giving forth their gurgling water。 Old women were busy； shuffling along with their market baskets and their shawls in spite of the warmth； and I saw beautiful young girls about giving me the eye； all of them very young。 I didn't want any part of them。
As soon as Mass was over and school had begun； I went to the Dominican church … the largest and most impressive of the three I could readily see … and asked at the rectory for a priest。 I had to go to Confession。
There came out a young priest； very handsome with well…formed limbs and a healthy look to his plexion and a trul
