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m and mold them； and there will be loving in it and hope in it； and the intention of sending them on to be educated at Padua； as though they were your mortal children。
But what if they should e to discover that you are a beast in heart and soul； and they run from your touch； what then？ Will you slaughter them in their innocence？ This is not ancient Rome with its nameless millions。 This is the strict Republic of Venice where you play your games； and for what？
For the color of the evening sky over the piazza that you see when you are first risen； for the domes of the church beneath the moon？ For the color of the canals that only you can behold in the starlight？ You are a wicked and greedy creature。
Will art satisfy you？ You hunt elsewhere； in the surrounding towns and hamlets； or even in distant cities； for you can move with the speed of a god。 But you bring evil to Venice because you are evil； and in your fine palazzo； lies are told； lies are lived； lies may fail。
I put down the quill。 I read over my words； forever memorizing them； as if they were a foreign voice speaking to me； and only when I'd finished did I look up to see Vincenzo； so polite and humble； and so dignified in his new clothes； waiting to speak to me。
〃What is it？〃 I asked gently so as not to make him think I disapproved of him for ing in。
〃Master； only let me tell you 。 。 。〃 he said。 He looked quite elegant in his new velvet； rather like a prince at court。
〃Yes； do tell me；〃 I said。
〃It's only that the boys are so happy。 They are all in bed now and sleeping。 But do you know what it means to them that they have plenty to eat and decent clothes； and are learning their lessons with a purpose？ I could tell you many stories； too many I think。 There's not a dullard among them。 It's such luck。〃
I smiled。
〃That's very good； Vincenzo；〃 I said。 〃Go have your supper。 Enjoy as； much wine as you wish。〃
I sat in the stillness after he had left me。
It seemed quite impossible that I had made this residence for myself； and that nothing had stopped me。 I had hours before dawn during which I might rest on my bed； or read among my new books before making the short journey to another place within the city where a sarcophagus had been hidden in a gold…lined chamber in which I would sleep by day。
But I chose instead to go to the great room which I had designated as my studio； and there I found the pigments and other materials ready for me； including several wooden panels which my young apprentices had prepared as directed for me to paint。
It was a small matter to blend the tempera and I did it quickly so that I had a wealth of colors at my mand； and then glancing over and over again into a mirror which I had brought into the room with me； I painted my own portrait in quick exact strokes with little or no correction until it was plete。
As soon as I was finished； I stood back from my creation； and I found myself staring into my own eyes。 It wasn't the man of long ago who had died in the northern forest； or the frantic blood drinker who had taken the Mother and the Father out of Egypt。 Nor was it the starved and dogged wanderer who had slipped soundlessly through time for so many hundreds of years。
It was a bold and proud immortal who looked at me； a blood drinker who demanded that the world at last give him some quarter； an aberrant being of immense power who insisted that he might have a place among the human beings of which he had in former times been one。
As the months passed； I discovered that my plan was working quite well。 In fact it was working marvelously！
I became obsessed with my new clothing of the period； velvet tunics and stockings； and marvelous cloaks trimmed in rare fur。 Indeed mirrors were an obsession with me now as well。 I could not stop looking at my own reflection。 I applied the salves with great care。
Each evening； after sunset； I arose fully dressed with the requisite disguise on my skin； and I arrived at my palazzo to a warm greeting from all my children； and then dismissing the many teachers and tutors； I presided over a good banquet with my children where all were delighted to have the rich food of princes； as music played。
Then in a mild manner I questioned all my apprentices as to what they had learnt that day。 Our conversations were long； plex； and full of wonderful revelations。 I could easily surmise which teacher had been successful； and which had not wrought the effects I desired。
As for the boys themselves； I soon saw which of the boys possessed the greater talent； who should be sent off to the University of Padua； and who should be schooled as a goldsmith or a painter。 Of failures we had none。
You understand； this was a transcendent enterprise。 To repeat； I had chosen all of these boys by means of the Mind Gift； and what I offered them in these months； which soon stretched to years； was something they would never have had if I had riot intervened。
I had bee a magician for them； aiding them to realize acplishments of which they hadn't ever｝ dreamt。
And there was no doubt that I found immense satisfaction in this achievement； for I was a teacher of these creatures； just as I had long ago wanted to be the teacher of Avicus and Zenobia； and during all this time I thought of Avicus and Zenobia。 I could not help but think of them and wonder what had bee of them。
Had they survived？
I could not know。
But I knew this about myself： I had loved both Zenobia and Avicus because they allowed me to be their teacher。 And I had fought with Pandora because she would not。 She was far too finely educated and clever to be anything but a fierce verbal and philosophical opponent and I had left her； stupidly； on that account。
But no amount of such self…knowledge caused me to not long for my lost Zenobia and for Avicus； and to wonder what paths they'd taken through the world。 Zenobia's beauty had struck a deeper note in me than the beauty of Avicus； and I could not relinquish the simple recollection of the softness of Zenobia's hair。
Sometimes； when I was alone in my bedroom in Venice； when I sat at my desk watching the curtains blow out from the windows； I thought of Zenobia's hair。 I thought of it lying on the mosaic floor in Constantinople； after she had cut all of it so that she might travel the streets as a boy。 I wanted to reach back over a thousand years and gather it up in my hands。
AS for my own blond hair； I could wear it long now for this was the style of the period； and I rather enjoyed it； brushing it clean without resentment； and going out to walk in the piazza while the sky was still purple knowing people were looking at me； wondering just what sort of man I was。
As for my painting； I went about it using a few wooden panels with only a handful of apprentices in my studio； locked off from the world。 I created several successful religious pictures…all of the Virgin Mary and the Angel Gabriel appearing to her； because this theme…The Annunciation…appealed to me。 And I was rather amazed at how well I could imitate the style of the times：
Then I set upon a major undertaking which would be a true test of my immortal