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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 the lovely songs that lulled and enchanted everyone； as the 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 the 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 all 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…。〃
〃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 e。 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 women can do in cities is being discovered again。
〃But in your land？ There is still sorrow； and bitter poverty。 The fertile grasslands are useless…thousands of miles of them are useless！ Save for the occasional hunter as mad as your father must have been。 That is the legacy of Genghis Khan…a monster。〃 I paused。 I was being too heated。 〃The Golden Horde is what they call that land； and it is a wasteland of beautiful grass。〃
He nodded。 He saw the sweep of it。 I knew this from his solemn eyes。
〃Would you still go？〃 I pressed him。 〃Would you still revisit the place where you suffered so much？〃
〃Yes；〃 he whispered。 〃Though I do not remember her； I had a mother。 And without my father； there might be nothing for her。 Surely he died that day when we rode out together。 Surely he died in the hail of arrows。 I remember the arrows。 I must go to her。〃 He broke off as though struggling to remember。 He groaned suddenly as though some sharp physical pain had humbled him。 〃How colorless and grim is their world。〃
〃Yes；〃 I said。
〃Let me take them only a small amount…。〃
〃Make them rich if that's your wish。〃
For a long moment； he was silent and then he made a small confession； murmuring it as though he were muning with himself：
〃I must see the monastery where I painted the ikons。 I must see the place where at times I prayed I would have the strength to be walled up alive。 You know it was the way of the place； don't you？ 〃
〃Very well； I know it；〃 I answered。 〃I saw it when I gave you the Blood。 I saw you moving down the corridors； giving sustenance to those who still lived in their cells； half immured and waiting for the will of God to take them as they starved themselves。 They asked you when you would have the courage for it； yet you could paint ikons that were magnificent。〃
〃Yes；〃 he said。
〃And your father hated them that they did not let you paint； that they made you a monk above all things。〃
He looked at me as if he had not truly understood this until now； and perhaps he had not。 And then came from his lips a stronger statement。
〃So it is with any monastery； and you know it； Master；〃 he retorted。 〃The will of God es first。〃
I was faintly shocked by the expression on his face。 Was he speaking to his father or to me？
It took us four nights to reach Kiev。
I could have made the journey much more quickly had I been on my own； but I carried Amadeo close to me； his head bowed； his eyes c
