Drowsy and blind, I felt him turn me over and rip off my tunic and jacket. I felt him lift me and then came the sting of his assault into my neck. A fierce pain gathered itself around my heart, slackening just when I feared it, and then I sank down beside him into the perfumed cleft of the bed; and against his chest, warm under covers that he pulled up over us, I slept.
It was still thick and heavy night when I opened my eyes. I had learnt with him to feel the coming of morning. And morning was not yet really near.
I looked around for him. I saw him at the foot of the bed. He was dressed in his finest red velvet. He wore a jacket with slashed sleeves and a heavy tunic with a high collar. This cloak of red velvet was trimmed in ermine.
His hair was thoroughly brushed and very slightly oiled so that it gave off its most civilized and artful shimmer, swept back from his clean straight hairline and turning in mannered curls on his shoulders. He looked sad.
"Master, what is it?"
"I have to go for a few nights. No, it's not out of anger at you, Amadeo. It's one of those journeys I have to make. I'm long overdue for it. "
"No, Master, not now, please. I'm sorry, I beg you, not now! What I-. "
"Child. I go to see Those Who Must Be Kept. I have no choice in this. "
For a moment I said nothing. I tried to understand the denotation of the words he'd spoken. His voice had dropped, and he had said the words halfheartedly.
"What is that, Master?" I asked.
"Some night perhaps I'll take you with me. I'll ask permission . . . " His voice trailed off.
"For what, Master? When have you ever needed anyone's permission for anything?"
I had meant this to be simple and candid, but I knew now it had an impertinent sound.
"It's all right, Amadeo," he said. "I ask permission now and then from my Elders, that's all. Who else?" He looked weary. He sat beside me and leaned down next to me and kissed my lips.
"Elders, Sir? You mean Those Who Must Be Kept - these are creatures like you?"
"You be kind to Riccardo and the others. They worship you," he said. "They wept for you the whole time you were away. They didn't quite believe me when I told them you were coming home. Then Riccardo spied you with your English lord and was terrified I'd break you in little pieces, yet afraid the Englishman would kill you. He has quite the reputation, your English lord, slamming down his knife on the board in any tavern he chooses. Do you have to consort with common murderers? You have a nonpareil here when it comes to those who take life. When you went to Bianca, they didn't dare to tell me, but made fancy pictures in their minds so I couldn't read their thoughts. How docile they are with my powers. "
"They love you, my Lord," I said. "Thank God that you forgive me for the places I went. I'll do whatever you wish. "
"Good night then. " He rose to go.
"Master, how many nights?"
"Three at most," he said over his shoulder. He made for the door, a tall gallant figure in his cloak.
"Master. "
"Yes. "
"I'll be very good, a saint," I said. "But if I'm not will you whip me again, please?"
The moment I saw the anger in his face I regretted this. What made me say such things!
"Don't tell me you didn't mean it!" he said, reading my mind and hearing the words before I could get them out.
"No. It's just I hate it when you go. I thought maybe if I taunted you, you wouldn't. "
"Well, I will. And don't taunt me. As a matter of policy, don't taunt me. "
He was out the door before he changed his mind and returned. He came towards the bed. I expected the worst. He was going to slap me and then not be around to kiss the bruise.
But he didn't.
"Amadeo, while I'm gone, think on it" he said.