anner.vittoriothevampire-第31章

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　one　of　his　apprentices　painted　too　much　of　the　work。　He's　been　put　on　the　rack；　but　he　didn't　really　get　hurt。〃
　〃Didn't　really　hurt　him！　He's　only　magnificent！〃　I　said。　〃You　tell　me　they　tortured　him。　Why　was　he　tortured；　how　can　anyone　justify　such　a　stupidity；　such　an　insult；　it's　an　insult　to　the　Medici。〃
　〃Silence；　child；　he　confessed；〃　said　the　younger　of　the　two　mortal　men。　〃It's　almost　over。　Some　monk　if　you　ask　me；　Fra　Filippo　Lippi；　if　he　isn't　chasing　women；　he's　in　a　brawl。〃
　We　had　e　to　San　Marco。　We　stood　in　the　Piazza　San　Marco　right　before　the　doors　of　the　monastery；　which　were　flush　with　the　street；　as　was　the　case　with　all　such　buildings　in　Florence；　as　if　the　Arno　never　overflowed　its　banks；　which　it　did。　And　I　was　glad；　oh；　so　glad　to　see　this　haven。
　But　my　mind　was　rampant。　All　memories　of　demons　and　horrid　murder　had　been　swept　clean　from　me　in　an　instant　by　the　horror　that　the　artist　whom　I　cherished　most　in　all　the　world　had　been　put　on　the　rack　like　a　mon　criminal。
　〃He　sometimes。。。　well；〃　said　Ramiel；　〃behaves　like　a　mon。。。　criminal。〃
　〃He'll　get　out　of　it；　he'll　pay　a　fine；〃　said　the　old　man。　He　rang　the　bell　for　the　monks。　He　patted　me　with　a　long；　tired；　dry　hand。　〃Now　stop　crying；　child；　stop。　Filippo　is　a　nuisance；　everybody　knows　it。　If　only　there　were　a　little　of　the　saintliness　of　Fra　Giovanni　in　him；　only　a　little！〃
　Fra　Giovanni。　Of　course；　by　this　man；　Fra　Giovanni；　they　meant　the　great　Fra　Angelico；　the　painter　who　in　centuries　to　e　would　bring　the　awestruck　to　all　but　kneel　before　his　paintings；　and　it　was　in　this　monastery　that　Fra　Giovanni　worked　and　lived；　it　was　here　that；　for　Cosimo；　he　painted　the　very　cells　of　the　monks。
　What　could　I　say？　〃Yes；　yes；　Fra　Giovanni；　but　I　don't。。。　I　don't。。。　love　him。〃　Of　course　I　loved　him；　I　honored　him　and　his　wondrous　work；　but　it　was　not　like　my　love　for　Filippo；　the　painter　I　had　glimpsed　only　once。　How　explain　these　strange　things？
　A　surge　of　nausea　caused　me　to　bend　double。　I　backed　away　from　my　kindly　helpers。　I　heaved　up　the　contents　of　my　stomach　into　the　street；　a　bloody　stream　of　filth　from　the　demons　who　had　fed　me。　I　saw　it　drip　and　flow　into　the　street。　I　smelled　the　putrid　stench　of　it；　and　I　saw　it　spill　from　me　into　the　cracks　between　the　cobblestones；　this　mess　of　half…digested　wine　and　blood。
　The　whole　horror　of　the　Court　of　the　Ruby　Grail　seemed　manifest　in　this　moment。　Hopelessness　seized　me；　and　I　heard　the　whisper　of　demons　in　my　ear；　witless　and　scorned；　and　I　doubted　all　that　I'd　seen；　all　that　I　was；　all　that　had　transpired　only　moments　before。　In　a　dreamy　woodland；　my　father　and　I　rode　together　and　we　talked　of　Filippo's　paintings；　and　I　was　a　student　and　a　young　lord　and　had　all　the　world　before　me；　and　the　strong　good　smell　of　the　horses　filled　my　nostrils　with　the　smell　of　the　woods。
　Witless　and　scorned。　Mad　when　you　might　have　been　immortal。
　As　I　rose　up　again；　I　leant　back　against　the　wall　of　the　monastery。　The　light　of　the　blue　sky　was　bright　enough　to　shut　my　eyes；　but　I　bathed　in　its　warmth。　Slowly；　as　my　stomach　settled；　I　tried　to　gaze　steadily　before　me；　to　fight　the　pain　of　the　light　and　love　it　and　trust　in　it。
　My　vision　was　filled　with　the　face　of　the　angel　Setheus　right　in　front　of　me；　only　a　foot　from　me；　peering　at　me　with　the　deepest　concern。　〃Dear　God；　you　are　here；〃　I　whispered。
　〃Yes；〃　he　said。　〃I　promised　you。〃
　〃You　aren't　leaving　me；　are　you？〃　I　asked。
　〃No；〃　he　said。
　Over　his　shoulder；　Ramiel　peered　at　me　closely；　as　if　studying　me　at　leisure　and　with　mitment　for　the　first　time。　His　shorter　looser　hair　made　him　seem　younger；　though　such　distinctions　made　no　difference。
　〃No；　none　at　all；〃　he　whispered；　and　for　the　first　time；　he　too　smiled。
　〃Do　as　these　gentle　people　tell　you；〃　said　Ramiel。　〃Let　them　take　you　inside；　and　then　you　must　sleep　a　natural　sleep；　and　when　you　wake　we'll　be　with　you。〃
　〃Oh；　but　it's　a　horror；　a　story　of　horrors；〃　I　whispered。　〃Filippo　never　painted　such　horrors。〃
　〃We　are　not　painted　things；〃　said　Setheus。　〃What　God　has　in　store　for　us　we　will　discover　together；　you　and　Ramiel　and　I。　Now　you　must　go　inside。　The　monks　are　here。　Into　their　care　we　give　you；　and　when　you　wake　we　will　be　at　your　side。〃
　〃Like　the　prayer；〃　I　whispered。
　〃Oh；　yes；　truly；〃　Ramiel　said。　He　raised　his　hand。　I　saw　the　shadow　of　his　five　fingers　and　then　felt　the　silken　touch　of　his　fingers　as　he　closed　my　eyes。
　
　
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　IN　WHICH　I　CONVERSE　WITH　THE　INNOCENT　AND　POWERFUL　SONS　OF　GOD
　
　WOULD　sleep　and　deeply；　yes；　but　not　until　much　later。　What　came　was　a　hazy；　dreamlike　wonderland　of　protective　images。　I　was　carried　by　a　burly　monk　and　his　assistants　into　the　monastery　of　San　Marco。
　There　could　be　no　place　better　for　me　in　all　of　Florence　…　other　than　Cosimo's　own　house　perhaps　…　than　the　Dominican　Monastery　of　San　Marco。
　Now；　in　all　of　Florence；　I　know　of　many　exquisite　buildings　and　so　much　magnificence　that　even　then；　as　a　boy；　I　could　not　catalogue　in　my　mind　all　the　riches　that　lay　before　me。
　But　nowhere　is　there　any　cloister　more　serene；　I　think；　than　that　of　San　Marco；　which　had　only　recently　been　renovated　by　the　most　humble　and　decent　Michelozzo　at　the　behest　of　Cosimo　the　Elder。　It　had　a　long　and　venerable　history　in　Florence；　but　only　in　recent　times　had　it　been　given　over　to　the　Dominicans；　and　it　was　endowed　in　certain　sublime　ways　in　which　no　other　monastery　was。
　As　all　Florence　knew；　Cosimo　had　lavished　a　fortune　on　San　Marco；　maybe　to　make　up　for　all　the　money　he　made　by　usury；　for　as　a　banker　he　was　a　taker　of　interest　and　therefore　a　usurer；　but　then　so　were　we　who　had　put　money　in　his　bank。
　Whatever　the　case；　Cosimo；　our　capo；　our　true　leader；　had　loved　this　place　and　given　to　it　many　many　treasures；　but　most　of　all　perhaps　its　marvelously　proportioned　new　buildings。
　His　detractors；　the　whiners；　the　ones　who　do　nothing　great；　and　suspect　all　that　isn't　in　a　state　of　perpetual　disintegration；　they　said　of　him；　〃He　even　puts　his　coat　of　arms　in　the　privies　of　the　monks。〃
　His　coat　of　arms；　by　the　way；　is　a　shield　with　five　protuberant　balls　on　it；　the　meaning　of　which　has　been　variously　explained；　but　what　these　enemies　actually　said　was：　Cosimo　had　hung　his　balls　over　the　monks'　privies。　Eh！　That　his　enemies　would　be　so　lucky　to　have　such　privies；　or　such　balls。
　How　much　more　clever　it　might　have　been　for　those　men　to　point　out　that　Cosimo　often　spent　days　at　this　monastery　himself　in　meditation　and　prayer；　and　that　the　former　Prior　here；　who　was　Cosimo's　great　friend　and　advisor；　Fra　Antonino；　was　now　the　Archbishop　of　Florence。
　Ah；　so　much　for　the　ignorant；　who　still　to　the　day　five　hundred　years　from　then　tell　lies　about　Cosimo。　As　I　passed　under　the　door；　I　thought；　What　in　the　name　of　God　shall　I　say　to　these　people　in　this　House　of　God？
　No　sooner　had　that　thought　popped　out　of　my　sleepy　head　and；　I　fear；　my　drugged　and　sleepy　mouth；　than　I　heard　Ramiel's　laugh　in　my　ear。
　I　tried　to　see　if　he　was　at　my　side。　But　I　was　blubbering　and　sick　again；　and　dizzy；　and　could　make　out　only　that　we　had　entered　the　most　tranquil　and　pleasing　cloister。
　The　sun　so　burnt　my　eyes　that　I　couldn't　thank　God　yet　for　the　beauty　of　the　square　green　garden　in　the　center　of　this　place；　but　I　could　see　very　starkly　and　sweetly　the　low　rounded　arches　created　by　Michelozzo；　arches　which　created　gentle　colorless　and　humble　vaults　over　my　head。
　And　the　tranquillity　achieved　by　the　pure　columns；　with　their　small　rolled　Ionic　capitals；　all　of　this　added　to　my　sense　of　safety　and　peace。　Proportions　were　always　the　gift　of　Michelozzo。　He　opened　up　things　when　he　built　them。　And　these　wide　spacious　loggias　were　his　stamp。
　Nothing　would　erase　the　memory　for　me　of　the　soaring　dagger…tipped　Gothic　arches　of　the　French　castle　in　the　North；　of　the　filigreed　stone　peaks　everywhere　there　that　seemed　to　point　in　animosity　at　the　Almighty。　And　though　I　knew　I　misjudged　this　architecture　and　its　intent　…　for　surely；　before　Florian　and　his　Court　of　the　Ruby　Grail　had　taken　hold　of　it；　it　had　been　born　from　the　devotions　of　the　French　and　the　Germans　…　I　still　could　not　get　the　hated　vision　of　it　out　of　my　head。　Trying　de