anner.bloodandgold(v2)-第101部分
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〃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。
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AS I LOOK BACK NOW； I 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； this to sleep in my arms； after I had covered her with warm pliments and kisses。
Never had I known such peace with Pandora。 Never had I known such warm simplicity。
Yet it was Pandora who filled my mind…Pandora traveling the cities of the North； Pandora with her Asian panion。
At last there came an evening when； after a furious hunt； in exhaustion and satiation； Bianca asked to be returned early to the shrine； and I found myself in possession of a priceless three hours before dawn。
I also found myself in possession of a new measure of strength which I had perhaps unwittingly concealed from her。
To a distant Alpine monastery I went； one which had suffered much due to the recent rise of what scholars call the Protestant Reformation。 Here I knew I would find frightened monks who would take my gold and assist me in sending a letter to England。
Entering the empty chapel first； I gathered up every good beeswax candle in the place； these to replenish those of the shrine； and I put all of the candles into a sack which I had brought with me。
I then went to the scriptorium where I found an old monk who was writing very fast by his single candle。
He looked up as soon as he found me standing in his presence。
〃Yes；〃 I said at once； speaking his German dialect。 〃I am a strange man e to you in a strange way； but believe me when I say that I am not evil。〃
He was gray…haired； tonsured； and wore brown robes； and he was a bit cold in the empty scriptorium。 He was utterly fearless as he gazed at me。
But I told myself that I had never looked more human。 My skin was as black as that of a Moor and I wore the rather drab gray garments which I had taken from some doomed miscreant。
Now as he continued to stare； quite obviously not in any mood to sound a general alarm； I did my old trick of placing before him a purse of gold coins for the good of the monastery which needed it badly。
〃I must write a letter；〃 I said； 〃and see that it reaches a place in England。〃
〃A Catholic place？〃 he asked as he looked at me； his gray eyebrows thick and arched as he raised them。
〃I should think so；〃 I said with a shrug。 Of course I couldn't describe to him the secular nature of the Talamasca。
〃Then think again；〃 he said。 〃For England is no longer Catholic。〃
〃What on earth do you mean？〃 I asked。 〃Surely the Reformation has not reached such a place as England。〃
He laughed。 〃No； not the Reformation precisely；〃 he said。 〃Rather the vanity of a King who would divorce his Spanish Catholic wife； and who has denied the power of the Pope to rule against him。〃
I was
