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endurance。 I sobbed。 I cursed。
I laid them side by side； these two heads in my lap； and I stroked their hair and stroked their cheeks and whispered forting words to them； that God was close； God was with us； God would take care of us forever； that we were in Heaven。 Oh； please； I beg you； God； I prayed in my soul； don't let them have the feeling and the consciousness which they still seem to possess。 Oh； no； not such。 I can't bear it。 I cannot。 No。 Please。
At dawn； finally； when the sun poured arrogantly through the door of the chapel； when the fires had died away； when the birds sang as if nothing had happened； the innocent little heads of Bartola and Matteo were lifeless and still； and very obviously dead； and their immortal souls were gone from them； if they had not flown at the moment when the sword had severed these heads from the bodies。
I found my mother murdered in the courtyard。 My father； covered with wounds on his hands and arms； as if he had grabbed at the very swords that struck him； lay dead on the stairs of the tower。
The work all around had been swift。 Throats cut； and only here and there the evidence； as with my father； of a great struggle。
Nothing was stolen。 My aunts； two dead in the far corner of the chapel； and two others in the yard； wore still all their rings and necklets and circlets about their hair。 Not a jeweled button had been ripped away。
It was the same throughout the entire pound。
The horses were gone； the cattle had roamed into the woods； the fowl flown。 I opened the little house full of my hunting falcons； took off their hoods and let them all go into the trees。 There was no one to help me bury the dead。
By noon； I had dragged my family； one by one； to the crypt and tumbled them unceremoniously down the steps； and then laid them all out； side by side in the room； as best I could。
It had been a backbreaking task。 I was near to fainting as I posed the limbs of each person； and last of all my father。
I knew that I could not do it for everyone else here in our pound。 It was simply impossible。 Besides； whatever had e might well e again； as I had been left alive； and there was a hooded demon man who had witnessed it； a vicious hooded assassin who had slaughtered two children pitilessly。
And whatever was the nature of this angel of death； this exquisite Ursula； with her barely tinted white cheeks and her long neck and sloping shoulders； I didn't know。 She herself might e back to avenge the insult I had done her。 I had to leave the mountain。
That these creatures were not anywhere around now I felt instinctively； both in my heart and from the wholesomeness of the warm and loving sun； but also because I had witnessed their flight； heard their whistles to one another and heard the ominous words of the demon man to the woman； Ursula； that she must hurry。 No； these were things of the night。
So I had time to climb the highest tower and look at the country round。
I did。 I confirmed that there was no one who could have seen the smoke of our few burning wooden floors and torched furniture。 The nearest castle was a ruin； as I have said。 The lower hamlets were long abandoned。
The nearest village of any size was a full day's walk； and I had to be off if I meant to get to any kind of hiding place by nightfall。
A thousand thoughts tormented me。 I knew too many things。 I was a boy； I could not even pass for a man！ I had wealth in the Florentine banks but it was a week's ride from where I was！ These were demons。 Yet they had e into a church。 Fra Diamonte had been struck dead。 Only one thought finally was possible for me。 Vendetta。 I was going to get them。 I was going to find them and get them。 And if they couldn't e out by the light of day； then it would be by that means that I would get them！ I would do it。 For Bartola； for Matteo； for my father and mother； for the humblest child who had been taken from my mountain。
And they had taken the children。 Yes； that they had done。 I confirmed it before I left； for it was slow to dawn on me with all my concerns； but they had。 There was not a corpse of a child on the place； only those boys of my age had been killed； but anything younger had been stolen away。
For what！ For what horrors！ I was beside myself。
I might have stood in the tower window； with clenched fist； consumed with anger and the vow for vendetta； if a wele sight hadn't distracted me。 Down in the closest valley； I saw three of my horses wandering about； aimlessly； as though wanting to be called home。
At least I should have one of my finest to ride； but I had to get moving。 With a horse I might just reach a town by nightfall。 I didn't know the land to the north。 It was mountain country； but I had heard of a fair…sized town not too far away。 I had to get there； for refuge； to think and to consult with a priest who had a brain in his head and knew demons。
My last task was ignominious and revolting to me； but I did it。 I gathered up all the wealth I could carry。 This meant that I retired first to my own room； as if this were an ordinary day； dressed myself in my best dark hunter's green silk and velvet； put on my high boots and took up my gloves； and then taking the leather bags which I could affix to my horse's saddle； I went down into the crypt and took from my parents and my aunts and uncles their very most treasured rings； necklaces and brooches； the buckles of gold and silver which had e from the Holy Land。 God help me。
Then I filled my purse with all the gold ducats and florins I could find in my father's coffers； as if I were a thief； a very thief of the dead it seemed to me； and hefting these heavy leather bags； I went to get my mount； saddle him and bridle him and start off； a man of rank； with his weaponry； and his mink…edged cape； and a Florentine cap of green velvet； off into the forest。
4
IN WHICH I E UPON FURTHER MYSTERIES； SUFFER SEDUCTION AND CONDEMN MY SOUL TO BITTER VALOR
NOW； I was too full of rancor to be thinking straight； as I've already described； and surely you will understand this。 But it wasn't smart of me to go riding through the woods of Tuscany dressed so richly； and by myself； because any woods in Italy was bound to have its bandits。
On the other hand； playing the poor scholar wouldn't have been the best choice either； it seemed to me。
I can't claim to have made a real decision。 The desire for vengeance upon the demons that had destroyed us was the only central passion I could abide。
So there I was； riding steadily by mid…afternoon； trying to keep to the valley roads as I lost sight of our towers； trying not to cry anymore like a child； but being drawn off into the mountainous land over and over again。
My head was swimming。 And the landscape gave me little time to think。 Nothing could have been more forlorn。
I came within sight of two huge ruined castles very soon after my departure； copings and ramparts lost in the greedy forest； which made me mindful that these had been the holdings of old Lords who had been fool enough to resist the power of Milan or Florence。 It was enough to make me doubt my sanity； enough to make me think that we had not been annihilated by demons but that mon enemies had made the assault。
It was utterly grim to see their broken battlements looming against the otherwise cheerful and brilliant sky； and to e upon the overgrown fragments of villages with their tumbledown hovels and forgotten crossroads shrines in which stone Virgins or saints had sunk into spiderwebs and shadows。
When I did spy a high distant well…fortified town； I knew well it was Milanese and had no intention of going up there。 I was lost！
As for the bandits； I only ran into one little ragged band； which I took on immediately with a deluge of chatter。
If anything； the little pack of idiots gave me some distraction。 My blood ran as fast as my tongue：
〃I'm riding in advance of a hundred men；〃 I declared。 〃We search for a band of outlaws claiming to be fighting for Sforza when they're nothing but rapists and thieves； you seen any of them？ I have a florin for each of you if you can tell me anything。 We mean to cut them down on sight。 I'm tired。 I'm sick of this。〃 I tossed them some coins。 They were off immediately。
But not before they let slip in talk of the country round that the nearest Florentine town was Santa Maddalana； which was two hours up ahead； and that it would close its gates at night； and nobody could talk his way into it。
I pretended to know all about that and to be on the way to a famous monastery that I knew lay farther north； which I couldn't possibly have reached； and then threw more money over my shoulder as I raced off； hollering out that they ought to ride on to meet the band ing behind who would pay them for their service。
I know they were debating all the time whether to kill me and take everything I had or not。 It was a matter of stares and bluffs and fast talking and standing one's ground； and they were just utter ruffians； and somehow I got out of it。
I rode off as quickly as I could； left the main road and cut towards the slopes from which I could see in the far distance the vague outline of Santa Maddalana。 A big town。 I could see four massive towers all gathere