He came out of the bedroom and into the large salon in which I stood relinquishing my hold on Riccardo and Amadeo with the strong admonition that they could go to Bianca's for the evening and nowhere else.
Amadeo saw him. Again, for several fatal moments, Amadeo saw him. And I knew that something deep inside Amadeo recognized Mael for the creature that he was. But like so many things in the mind of Amadeo, it wasn't conscious, and the boys left me with quick kisses, off to sing their songs to Bianca, and be flattered by everyone there.
I was impatient with Mael that he had come out of the bedchamber, but I didn't say it.
"So you would make a blood drinker of that one," he said, pointing to the door through which the boys had left us. He smiled.
I was in a silent fury. I glared at him, as always in such situations, quite unable to speak.
He stood there smiling at me in sinister fashion and then he said, "Marius of the many names and the many houses and the many lifetimes. So you have chosen a lovely child. "
I shook it off. How had he read from my mind my desire for Amadeo?
"You've grown careless," he said softly. "Listen to me, Marius. I don't speak to insult you. YOU walk with a heavy step among mortals,. And that boy is very young. "
"Don't speak another word to me," I answered, pulling hard on my anger to rein it in.
"Forgive me," he said, "I only spoke my mind. "
"I know you did, but I don't want to hear any more. "
I looked him over. He was rather handsome in his new attire, though a few little details were absurdly crooked and not tucked properly, but I was not the one to make them right. He struck me as not only barbaric, but comical. But I knew that anyone else would think him an impressive man.
I hated him, but not completely. And as I stood there with him, I almost gave way to tears. Quite suddenly, to stem this emotion, I spoke.
" What have you learnt in all this time?" I asked.
"That's an arrogant question!" he said in a low voice. "What have you learnt?"
I told him my theories, about how the West had risen again, once more drawing upon the old classics which Rome had taken from Greece. I spoke of how the art of the old Empire was re-created now throughout Italy and I spoke of the fine cities of the North of Europe, prosperous as those of the South. And then I explained how it seemed to me that the Eastern Empire had fallen to Islam and was no more. The Greek world had been irrevocably lost.
"We have the West again, don't you see?" I asked.
He looked at me as though I were perfectly mad.
"Well? "I responded.
There came a slight change in his face.
"Witness in the Blood," he said, repeating the words I'd spoken earlier, "watcher of the years. "
He put his arms forward as though to embrace me. His eyes were clear and I could sense no malice at all.
"You've given me courage," he said.
"For what, may I ask?" I responded.
"To continue my wandering," he said. He let his arms slowly drop.
I nodded. What more was there for us to say?
"You have all you need?" I asked. "I have plenty of Venetian or Florentine coin. You know that wealth is nothing to me. I'm happy to share what I have. "
"It's nothing to me either," he said. "I shall get what I need from my next victim, and his blood and wealth will carry me to one after that. "
"So be it," I said, which meant that I wanted him to leave me, But even as he realized it, as he turned to go, I reached out and took him by the arm. "Forgive me that I was cold to you," I said. "We've been companions in time. "
It was a strong embrace.