"Have you no tears for the man, Amadeo?" I asked. I let Amadeo see the cunning teeth with which I pierced the throat of the wretch, and then my eyes closed and I became Marius, the blood drinker, Marius, the slayer of the Evil Doer, and the blood flowed into me, and it did not matter to me that Amadeo was witness, that Amadeo was there.īeggars slept where they could.The canals reeked of refuse and dead fish. When at last I looked at him, I saw only amazement. My vision was dim, and I knew that I was smiling-not a vicious smile, you understand, but something secretive and beyond anything the child had ever beheld.Ĭommitted to the dark water, unconfessed and unmourned." I turned, feeling the blood in my face and in my chest and then slowly moving into my hands.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |