I dropped to the bottom of the stairway, and with the Fire Gift burnt Bianca's young and blundering attackers, who all but tripped on their black robes as they went up in flames. Some I could only force away with physical blows because I had no time to direct my powerful gifts.
Quickly I carried Bianca through the thick smoke and out onto the quais. I heaved her into the arms of a boatman who at once moved to take her away.
As soon as I turned back to save the screaming boys, a host of black-clad monsters surrounded me and again I burnt them with the Fire Gift, battering at their torches clumsily as I did.
The house was everywhere in chaos. Statues fell over the railings. Tapestries were set ablaze and paintings smoldered, but the boys, what could I do to protect the boys?
As soon as I burnt one ring of monsters there came another, and from all sides the condemnations:
"Heretic, blasphemer, Marius, the idolater, Marius, the pagan. Santino condemns you to burn. "
Again and again I knocked the torches aside. Again and again I burnt the intruders. Again and again I heard their dying cries.
The smoke blinded me as it might have a mortal. The boys were roaring in panic as they were carried out of the house and over the rooftops.
"Amadeo!" I called out.
From above, I heard him desperately call to me.
I ascended, yet at every landing they accosted me and I found myself whipping around and playing the same game of force and Fire Gift as rapidly as I could.
"Amadeo, use your strength," I called out to him. I could not see him. "Use the gifts I've given you. " I could only hear his cries.
I set ablaze those who crowded close to me. I could see nothing but the creatures burning, and then more torches thrust towards me as I hurled them back.
"Do you want to burn!" I declared, seeking to threaten them but no lesson of power stopped them.
In their fervor they came on.
"Santino sends you his holy fire. Santino sends you his justice. Santino claims your pupils. Santino claims your fledglings. Now it is time for you to burn. "
AH of a sudden and indeed, it was all of sudden¡ªthere did come the fatal circle of some seven or eight of them swift enough to plunge the fire at me so that it caught all of my garments and my hair.
Against my body itself this fire burnt, swallowing my head and all of my limbs.
For one slight moment I thought I shall survive this, this is nothing, I am Marius, the Immortal One, and then there came to me in a fury the horrid memory of the blood of the Elder in Egypt set afire by a lamp, burning with lurid smoke on the floor of my room.
There came a memory of the blood of Euxodia in Constantinople, bursting into flame on the floor of the shrine.
There came the memory of the Druid god in the grove with his black burnt skin.
And I knew in the next instant, without memory or thought, that my blood had been fatally ignited¡ªthat no matter how strong my skin or my bone, or my will, I was now burning, burning with such pain and such speed that nothing could keep me from being destroyed.
"Marius," Amadeo cried out in terror. "Marius. " I heard his voice like a bell.
I cannot say reason drove me in any direction.
I did know I had reached the rooftop, and the cries of Amadeo and the boys were moving far off.
"Marius," cried Amadeo one more time.
I was blind to all who still tormented me. I was blind to the sky. In my ears, I heard the old God of the Grove on the night of my making telling me that I was immortal, that I could only be destroyed by the sun or by fire.
For life, I reached with all my remaining power. And in this state, I willed myself to reach the proper railing of the roof garden and to plummet down into the canal.
"Yes, down, down, into the water, under the water," I said aloud, forcing myself to hear the words, and then through the fetid waters I swam as fast as I could, clinging to the bottom, cooled and soothed and saved by the filthy water, leaving behind the burning palazzo from which my children had been stolen, in which my paintings had been destroyed.
An hour, perhaps longer, I remained in the canal.