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He caught the poor fellow and dragged him to the kettle。 The thin paltry demon begged and whined to be allowed to be free； but his wrists were both slashed； and now； though he turned his bony face away； he was bled furiously into the soup。
〃Ah； you are better than Dante with your circles of Hell； aren't you？〃 I said。 But it hurt me that I had taken such a tone with her。 She supported me utterly。
〃They are peasants； yes； they dream of being Lords； and if they obey； they might。〃 I recalled now that the demon soldiers who had brought me back to the castle had been rude huntsmen。 How well it was all thought out； but this； my narrow…shouldered love； with her soft yielding arms and her shining tear…stained face； was a pure Lady； was she not？ 〃Vittorio； I want so badly for you not to die。〃
〃Do you； dearest？〃 I said。 I had my arms around her。 I could no longer stand without this support。 My vision was fading。
Yet with my head against her shoulder； my eyes directed to the crowd below； I could see the human beings surrounding the kettles and dipping their cups into the brew； dipping their cups right where the blood had fallen； and then blowing on the hot liquid to cool it before they drank。
A soft； horrid laughter echoed up the walls。 I think it came from those spectators above on the balconies。
There was a sudden swirl of red color； as if a giant unfurling flag had fallen。
But it was a Lady dropping down from the remote heights above； to land amid the worshipful hordes of the coop。
They bowed and saluted her； and backed away from her； and gave forth loud gasps of awe as she too approached the kettle and； with a loud rebellious laugh； cut her wrist and fed her blood into it。
〃Yes； my darlings； my little chicks；〃 she declared。 She looked up at us。
〃e down； Ursula； have pity on our hungry little world； be generous tonight。 So it is not your night to give； give in honor of our new acquisition。〃
Ursula seemed shamed by all of this； and held me gently with her long fingers。 I looked into her eyes。 〃I'm drunk； drunk merely from the fragrance。〃
〃My blood is only for you now；〃 she whispered。
〃Give it to me then； I hunger for it； I'm weak to dying；〃 I said。 〃Oh； God； you've brought me to this。 No； no； I did it myself。〃
〃Sshhh； my lover； my sweet；〃 she said。
Her arm coiled about my waist； and there came just under my ear her tender lips sucking on the flesh； as if she meant to make a pucker there on my neck； warm it with her tongue； and then the prick of her teeth。
I felt ravaged； and with both hands in a fantasy I reached out for her figure as we ran together through the meadow which belonged only to us and to which these others could never be admitted。
〃Oh； innocent love；〃 she said even as she drank from me； 〃oh； innocent innocent love。〃
Then a sudden icy hot fire entered the wound in my neck； and I felt it as if it were a delicate parasite of long tendrils that once inside my body could find the most remote reaches of me。
The meadow spread out around us； vast and cool； and utterly given over to the blowing lilies。 Was she with me？ Beside me？ It seemed in one radiant instant I stood alone and heard her cry out as if she were behind me。 I meant； within this ecstatic dream； this fluttering cooling dream of blue skies and tender breaking stems； to turn and go to her。 But out of the corner of my eyes； I beheld something of such splendor and magnificence that my soul leapt。 〃Look； yes； you see！〃
My head fell back。 The dream was gone。 The high white marble walls of the prison castle rose above my hurting gaze。 She held me and stared down at me； bewildered； her lips bloody。
She hoisted me in her arms。 I was as helpless as a child。 She carried me down the stairs； and there was nothing I could do to rouse my limbs。
It seemed all the world above was tiny figures ranging on balconies and battlements and laughing and pointing with their tiny outstretched hands； so dark against the torches all around them。 Blood red； smell it。
〃But what was it； did you see it in the field？〃 I asked her。 〃No！〃 she cried。 She looked so frightened。
I lay on a heap of hay； a makeshift bed； and the poor underfed demon peasant boys stared stupidly down at me with bloodshot eyes； and she； she wept； her hands again to her face。 〃I cannot leave him here；〃 she said。
She was far； far away。 I heard people crying。 Was there a revolt among the drugged and the damned？ I heard people weeping。
〃But you will； and e to the kettle first and give your blood。〃 Who spoke those words？ I didn't know。 〃。。。 time for the Mass。〃
〃You won't take him tonight。〃
〃Why are they crying？〃 I asked。 〃Listen； Ursula； they've all started crying。〃
One of the scrawny boys stared right into my eyes。 He had a hand on the back of my neck and a warm cup of brew to my mouth。 I didn't want it to slop down my chin。 I drank and drank。 It filled my mouth。
〃Not tonight；〃 came Ursula's voice。 Kisses on my forehead； on my neck。 Someone snatched her away。 I felt her hand hold tight to mine； then I felt her pulled away。 〃e now； Ursula； leave him。〃
〃Sleep； my darling；〃 she cried in my ear。 I felt her skirts brushing me。 〃Vittorio； sleep。〃
The cup was thrown aside。 Stupidly； in utter intoxication I watched the contents spill and sink darkly into the mounded hay。 She knelt before me； her mouth open and tender and luscious and red。
She took my face in her cool hands。 The blood poured out of her mouth and into mine。
〃Oh； love；〃 I said。 I wanted to see the field。 It didn't e。 〃Let me see the field！ Let me see it！〃
But there was no meadow； only the shocking sight of her face again； and then a dimming light； a gathering embrace of darkness and sound。 I could no longer fight。 I could no longer speak。 I could no longer remember。。。 But someone had said that very thing。
And the crying。 It was so sad。 Such crying； such doleful； helpless weeping。
When next I opened my eyes； it was morning。 The sun hurt me； and my head ached unbearably。
A man was on top of me； trying to get my clothes off me。 Drunken fool。 I turned over； dizzy and sick； sick to vomiting； and threw him off； and with a sound blow knocked him senseless。
I tried to get up but I couldn't。 The nausea was intolerable。 All around me others slept。 The sun hurt my eyes。 It scalded my skin。 I snuggled into the hay。 The heat beat down on my head； and when I ran my own fingers through my hair； my hair felt hot。 The pain in my head throbbed in my ears。
〃e into the shelter；〃 a voice said。 It was an old crone； and she beckoned to me from beneath a thatched roof。 〃e in； where it's cool。〃
〃Curse you all；〃 I said。 I slept。 I drifted。
Sometime during the late afternoon I came to my senses。
I found myself on my knees near one of the kettles。 I was drinking in a slovenly wretched manner from a bowl of brew。 The old woman had given it to me。
〃The demons；〃 I said。 〃They are asleep。 We can。。。 we can。。。〃 but then the futility of it overcame me。 I wanted to throw away the cup； but I drank the hot brew。
〃It's not just blood； it's wine； it's good wine；〃 said the old woman。 〃Drink it； my boy； and feel no pain。 They'll kill you soon enough。 It's not so terrible。〃 When it was dark again； I knew it。 I rolled over。
I could fully open my eyes； and they did not hurt as they had in the day
I knew that I had lost the whole arc of the sun in this drugged and stupid and disastrous languor。 I had fallen into their plans。 I had been helpless when I should have been trying to rouse these useless ones around me to mutiny。 Good God； how could I have let it happen！ Oh； the sadness； the dim distant sadness。。。 And the sweetness of slumber。 〃Wake； boy。〃 A demon voice。 〃They want you tonight。〃
〃Oh； and who wants me for what？〃 I asked。 I looked up。 The torches were alight。 All was twinkling and glowing； and there came the soft rustle of green leaves overhead … the sharp sweet smell of the orange trees。 The world was woven of dancing flames above and the entrancing patterns of the black leaves。 The world was hunger and thirst。
The brew simmered； and that scent blotted out all else。 I opened my mouth for it； though there was none of it near me。
〃I'll give it to you；〃 said the demon voice。 〃But sit up。 I must clean you up。 You must look good for tonight。〃
〃For what？〃 I said。 〃All of them are dead。〃
〃Who？〃
〃My family。〃
〃There is no family here。 This is the Court of the Ruby Grail。 You are the property of the Lord of the Court。 Now； e； I have to prepare you。〃
〃For what do you prepare me？〃
〃For the Mass； you're to go； get up；〃 said the demon； who stood wearily over me； leaning on his broom； his shining hair an elfin mess around his face。 〃Get up； boy。 They'll want you。 It's almost midnight。〃
〃No； no； not almost midnight； no！〃 I cried out。 〃No！〃
〃Don't be afraid；〃 he said； coldly； wearily。 〃It's useless。〃
〃But you don't understand； it's the loss of time； the loss of reason； the loss of hours during which my heart beat and my brain slept！ I'm not afraid； you miserable demon！〃 He held me flat to the hay。 He washed my face。
〃There； there； you are a handsome fine one。 They always sacrifice those such as you right away。 You're too strong； too fine of limb and face。 Look at