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I thought of Pandora。 Where is my Pandora？ And then finally I drifted into sleep。
When I returned to the palazzo； ing down from the roof as was always my custom； things were not as I would have them； for all the pany was solemn at supper； and Vincenzo told me anxiously that a 〃strange man〃 had e to visit me； and that he stood in the anteroom and would not e in。
The boys had been finishing one of my murals in the anteroom； and they had hastily left this 〃strange man〃 to himself。 Only Amadeo had remained behind； doing some small work with little enthusiasm； his eyes upon this 〃strange man〃 in a manner which gave Vincenzo concern。
As if that were not enough； Bianca had been to visit； indeed to give me a gift from Florence； a small painting by Botticelli； and she had had 〃uneasy〃 conversation with this 〃strange man〃 and had told Vincenzo to keep watch on him。 Bianca was gone。 The 〃strange man〃 remained。 I went into the anteroom immediately； but I had felt the presence of this creature before I saw who it was。 It was Mael。
Not for a single second did I not know him。 He was unchanged just as I am unchanged； and he had not paid much attention to the fashion of these times； any more than he had paid attention to the fashion of times in the past。
He looked dreadful in fact in a ragged leather jerkin and leggings with holes in them and his boots were tied with rope。
His hair was dirty and tangled but his face wore an amazingly pleasant expression； and when he saw me he came at once to me and embraced me。
〃You're really here；〃 he said in a low voice； as though we had to whisper under my roof。 He spoke the old Latin。 〃I heard of it but I didn't believe it。 Oh； I'm so glad to see you。 I'm glad you're still。。。〃
〃Yes； I know what you mean to say；〃 I said。 〃I'm still the watcher of the years passing； I'm still the witness surviving in the Blood。〃
〃Oh； you put it far better than I could；〃 he answered。 〃But let me say it again； I'm so happy to see you； happy to hear your voice。〃
I saw that there was dust all over him。 He was looking about the room； at its fancy painted ceiling with its ring of cherubs and its gold leaf。 He stared at the unfinished mural。 I wondered if he knew it was my work。
〃Mael； always the astonished one；〃 I said； moving him gently put of the light of the candles。 I laughed softly。 〃You look like a tramp。〃
〃Would you offer me clothes again？〃 he asked。 〃I cannot really； you know； master such things。 I am in need； I suppose。 And you live so splendidly here as you always did。 Is nothing ever a mystery to you； Marius？〃
〃Everything is a mystery； Mael；〃 I responded。 〃But fine clothes I always have。 If the world es to an end； I shall be well dressed for it； whether it is by the light of day or in the dark of night。〃
I took his arm and guided him through the various immense rooms that lay between me and my bedchamber。 He was suitably awed by the paintings everywhere and let me lead him along。
〃I want you to stay here； away from my mortal pany；〃 I said。 〃You'll only confuse them。〃
〃Ah； but you've worked it all so well；〃 he said。 〃It was easier for you in old Rome； wasn't it？ But what a palace you have here。 There are kings who would envy you； Marius。〃
〃Yes； it seems so；〃 I answered offhandedly。
I went to the adjacent closets； which were small rooms actually； and pulled out clothes for him； and leather shoes。 He seemed quite incapable of dressing himself but I refused to do it for him； and after I had put out everything； on the velvet bed in the correct order； as if for a child or an idiot； he began to examine various articles as if he might manage alone。
〃Who told you I was here； Mael？〃 I asked him。
He glanced at me； and his face was cold for a moment； the old hawk nose as disagreeable as ever； the deep…set eyes rather more brilliant than I'd remembered and the mouth far better shaped than I'd recalled。 Maybe time had softened the set of his lips。 I'm not certain that such things can happen。 But he did seem an interesting…looking immortal male。
〃You told me you had heard that I was here；〃 I said； prompting him。 〃Who told you？〃
〃Oh； it was a fool of a blood drinker；〃 he said with a shudder。 〃A maniacal Satan worshiper。 His name was Santino。 Will they never die out？ It was in Rome。 He urged me to join him； can you imagine？〃
〃Why didn't you destroy him？〃 I asked dejectedly。 How grim was all this； how distant from the boys at their supper； from the teachers speaking of the day's lessons； from the light and music to which I longed to return。 〃In the old times when you encountered them； you always destroyed them。 What stopped you now？ 〃
He shrugged his shoulders。 〃What do I care what happens in Rome？ I didn't stay one night in Rome。〃
I shook my head。 〃How did this creature discover I was in Venice？ I've never heard a whisper of our kind here。〃
〃I'm here；〃 he answered sharply； 〃and you didn't hear me； did you？ You're not infallible； Marius。 You have about you many worldly distractions。 Perhaps you don't listen as you should。〃
〃Yes； you're right； but I wonder。 How did he know？〃
〃Mortals e to your house。 Mortals speak of you。 Possibly those mortals go on to Rome。 Don't all roads lead to Rome？〃 He was mocking me naturally。 But he was being rather gentle； almost friendly。 〃He wants your secret； Marius； that Roman blood drinker。 How he begged me to explain the mystery of Those Who Must Be Kept。〃
〃And you didn't reveal it； did you； Mael？〃 I demanded。 I began to hate him again； hotly； as I had in nights past。
〃No； I didn't reveal it；〃 he said calmly； 〃but I did laugh at him； and I didn't deny it。 Perhaps I should have； but the older I get the harder it is to lie on any account。〃
〃That I understand rather well；〃 I said。
〃Do you？ With all these beautiful mortal children around you？ You must lie with every breath you take； Marius。 And as for your paintings； how dare you display your works amongst mortals who have but brief lifetimes with which to challenge you？ It seems； a terrible lie； that； if you ask me。〃
I sighed。
He tore open the front of his jerkin and then took it off。
〃Why do I accept your hospitality？〃 he asked。 〃I don't know the answer。 Perhaps I feel that having helped yourself to so many mortal delights； you owe some help to another blood drinker who is lost in time as always； wandering from country to country； marveling sometimes and at others merely getting dust in his eyes。〃
〃Tell yourself anything you like；〃 I said。 〃You are wele to the clothes and to shelter。 But tell me at once。 What's happened to Avicus and Zenobia？ Do they travel with you？ Do you know where they are？〃
〃I have no idea where they are；〃 he said； 〃and surely you sensed it before you asked… It has been so long since I saw either of them that I cannot reckon the years or the centuries。 It was Avicus who put her up to it； and off they went together。 They left me in Constantinople； and I can't say that it came to me as a dreadful surprise。 There had been terrible coldness between us before the parting。 Avicus loved her。 She loved him more than me。 That was all that was required。