I did not know whether or not I had such self-control. I did not know anything about myself in my misery. I remembered my long ago vow to her, that she would always be safe as long as I was in Venice, and I shuddered in agony envisioning the strong creature I had been on that night. Yes, I had vowed forever to protect her for the care she had given Amadeo, that she had saved him from death until I could come at sunset and take him out of her arms.
What did it all mean now? Was I to break that vow as though it were nothing?
And on and on there came her calls like prayers. She called to me as I had called to Akasha.
"Marius, where are you? Surely you can hear me. Marius, I have soft clothing for you that will not harm you. I have linen for your bandages.
I have soft boots for your feet. " She wept as she spoke. "Marius, I have a soft tunic of velvet for you. I have one of your many red cloaks. Let me bring these things and come to you, and I shall bandage you and assist you. You are no horror to me. "
I lay there listening to her weeping, and then finally, I made up my mind.
You must come to me, precious one. I cannot move from where I am. Bring the clothing which you described, but bring also a mask, and you will find plenty of these in my closets. Bring one that is made of dark leather and decorated with gold.
"Marius, I have these things," she answered. "Tell me where I must come. "
I then sent her another strong message, quite infallibly identifying the house in which I lay, and told her how she must come inside, find the door made of plated bronze, and then knock.
I was exhausted from the exchange. And once again, I listened in quiet panic for the sound of Santino's monsters, wondering if and when they would return.
Yet in the eyes of Bianca's boatman I soon caught an image of her coming out of the burnt ruin of my house. The gondola was on its way to me.
At last, there came the inevitable knock on the bronze door.
With all my strength I began my slow progress up the stone stairs.
I placed my hands upon the door.
"Bianca," I said. "Can you hear me?"
"Marius!" she cried out. She began to sob. "Marius, I knew it was you It was no trick of my mind. You're truly alive, Marius. You're here. "
I was aroused by the scent of her blood.
"Listen to me, precious darling," I said. "I was burnt as you cannot imagine. When I open this door a very small space, you must give over to me the clothing and the mask. Do not seek to look at me no matter how curious you may be. "
"No, Marius," she answered, her tone resolute. "I love you, Marius. I'll do what you say. "
How plaintive were her sobs as they suddenly broke through. And how strong the smell of blood inside her. How hungry I was.
With all my strength, my blackened fingers managed to loosen the latch, and then I opened the door a small space.
The scent of her blood was as painful as all else that I suffered. I thought for a moment I cannot go on.
But the badly needed clothes were thrust at me, and I knew I must take them. I must somehow move to my restoration. I could not sink back in agony for that would breed but more agony. I must go on. Here was the mask of black leather, decorated in gold. Garments for a ball in Venice, not for one so miserable and ghastly as I.
Leaving the door with its small opening, I managed to dress myself fairly well.
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bsp; She had brought a long tunic rather than a short one, and this was wise, for the stockings I might never have managed to put on. As for the boots, I was able to slip my feet inside them, much as this pained me, and the mask I tied to my face.
The cloak was of generous proportions and with a hood, which I cherished. I was soon covered from head to toe.
But what must I do now? What should I tell this angel of a young woman who stood in the chilled and dark corridor outside?
"Who has come with you?" I asked her.
"Only the boatman," she said. "Did you not say come alone?"