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Thorne sat thinking for a long moment. Then he rose from the couch. He drew close to the glass beside Marius.
"Can you hear her answer to you?" he asked. He couldn't disguise his emotion. "I want to go to her. I must go to her. "
"Haven't I taught you anything?" Marius asked. He turned to Thorne. "Haven't I taught you to remember these tender complex creatures with love? Perhaps not. I thought that was the lesson of my stories. "
"Oh, yes, you've taught me this," said Thorne, "and love her I do, in so far as she is tender and complex as you so delicately put it, but I'm a warrior, you see, and I was never fit for eternity. And the hatred you harbor for Santino is the same as the passion I harbor for her. And passion can be for evil or good. I can't help myself. "
Marius shook his head.
"If she brings us to herself," he said, "I will only lose you. As I've told you before, you can't possibly harm her. "
"Perhaps, perhaps not," said Thorne. "But whatever the truth, I must see her. And she knows why I've come, and she will have her will in the matter. "
"Come now," Marius said, "it's time for us to go to our rest. I hear strange voices in the morning air. And I feel the need of sleep desperately. "
WHEN THORNE AWOKE he found himself in a smooth wooden coffin.
Without fear, he easily lifted the lid, and then opened it to one side and sat up so that he might see the room around him.
It was a cave of sorts, and beyond he heard the loud chorus of a tropical forest.
All the fragrances of the green jungle assaulted his nostrils. He found it delicious and strange, and he knew it could only mean one thing: that Maharet had brought him to her hiding place.
He climbed from the coffin as gracefully as he could and he stepped out into a huge room full of scattered stone benches. On the three sides the jungle grew thick and lively against a fine wire mesh and through the mesh above a thin rain came down refreshing him.
Looking to his right and left, he saw entrances to other such open places. And following the sounds and scents as any blood drinker could do, he moved to his right until he entered a great room where his Maker sat as he had seen her at the very beginning of his long life, in a graceful gown of purple wool, pulling the red hairs from her head and weaving them into thread with her distaff and her spindle.
For many long moments he merely stared at her, as if he could not believe this vision.
And she in profile, surely knowing he was there, went on with her work, without speaking a word to him.
Across the room, he saw Marius seated on a bench and then he realized that a regal and beautiful woman sat beside him. Surely it was Pandora. Indeed, he knew her by her brown hair. And there on the other side of Marius was the auburn-haired boy he had described: Amadeo.
But there was also another creature in the room, and this without doubt was the black-haired Santino. He sat not far from Maharet, and when Thorne entered, he appeared to shrink away from Thorne, and then glancing at Marius to draw back again, and finally towards Maharet as if in desperation.
Coward, Thorne thought, but he said nothing.
Slowly Maharet turned her head until she could see Thorne, and so that he could see her eyes¡ªhuman eyes¡ªsad and full of blood, as always.
"What can I give you, Thorne?" she asked, "to make your soul quiet again?"
He shook his head. He motioned for silence, not to compel her but merely to plead with her.
And in the interval Marius rose to his feet, and at once Pandora and Amadeo on either side of him.
"I've thought long and hard on it," Marius said, his eyes on Santino.
"And I can't destroy him if you forbid it. I won't break the peace with such an action. I believe too much that we must live by rules or we shall all perish. "
"Then it is finished," said Maharet, her familiar voice bringing the chills to Thorne, "for I'll never grant you the right to destroy Santino.
Yes, he injured you and it was a terrible thing, and I have heard you in the night describing your suffering to Thorne. I've listened to your words in sorrow. But you can't destroy him now. I forbid it. And if you go against me, then there is no one who can restrain anyone. "
"That can't be," said Marius. His face was dark and miserable. He glared at Santino. "There must be someone to restrain others. Yet I can't bear it that he lives after what he's done to me. "
To Thorne's amazement the youthful face of Amadeo appeared only puzzled.
As for Pandora, she seemed sad and anxious, as though she feared that Marius wouldn't keep to his word.
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