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Meantime, the old gods whom I painted were fast disappearing from the Temples of Rome.
At some point or other, Constantine had made Christianity the legal religion of the Empire, and now it was the pagans who couldn't worship as they chose.
I don't think Constantine himself was ever in favor of forcing anybody in religious matters. But that's what had come about.
So I painted poor old Bacchus, the god of wine, with his cheerful followers, and the brilliant Apollo chasing the desperate and lovely Daphne who turned into a laurel tree rather than allow the godly rape.
On and on I worked, happy with mortal company, thinking, Mael and Avicus, please do not search my mind for secrets.
But in truth all during this time I could hear them very near me. My mortal banquet parties puzzled them and frightened them. I could hear them approach my house and then go away every night.
Finally the inevitable night came.
They stood at my gate.
Mael was for coming in without permission, and Avicus kept him back, begging me with the Mind Gift to admit them once more.
I was in my library, painting it over for the third time, and the dinner party that night, thank the gods, had not spilled over into the room.
I put down my brush. I stared at my unfinished work. It seemed another Pandora had emerged in the unfinished Daphne and it struck a tragic chord in my heart that Daphne had eluded her lover. What a fool I'd been to escape mine.
But for a long self-indulgent moment I looked at what I had painted¡ªthis unearthly creature with her rippling brown hair.
You understood my soul, I thought, and now others are coming only to sack my heart of all its riches. What am I to do? We argued, yes, you and I, but it was with loving respect, was it not? I cannot endure without you. Please come to me, from wherever you are.
But there was no time for my solitude. It suddenly seemed rather precious, no matter how much of it I had had in the past years.
I closed off my happy human guests from the library, and then silently, I told the blood drinkers that they might come in.
Both were richly dressed, and their swords and daggers were encrusted with jewels. Their cloaks were fixed at the shoulder with rich clasps and even their sandals were ornamented. They might have been preparing to join the opulently clad citizens of the new capital, Constantinople, where great dreams were still being realized though Constantine was now dead.
It was with mixed feelings that I gestured for them to sit down.
However much I wished that I had allowed Mael to perish, I was drawn to Avicus¡ªto his keen expression and the friendly way in which he regarded me. I had time to observe now that his skin was a lighter brown than it had been, and that its dark tone gave a rather sculpted quality to his strong features, especially his mouth- As for his eyes they were clear and held no cunning or lie.
Both remained standing. They looked anxiously in the direction of the mortal banquet room. Once again, I urged them to be seated.
Mael stood, quite literally looking down his hawk nose at me, but Avicus took the chair.
Mael was still weak and his body emaciated. Quite obviously, it would take many nights of drinking from his victims before the damage done him would be completely healed.
"How have things been with you?" I asked, out of courtesy.
And then out of private desperation I let my mind envision Pandora.
I let my mind completely recall her in all her splendid details. I hoped thereby to send the message of her to both of them, so that she, wherever she was, might receive this message somehow, a message which I, on account of the blood I had given her in her making, could not send on my own.
I don't know that either received any impression of my lost love.
Avicus answered my question politely but Mael said not one word.
"Things are better for us," said Avicus. "Mael heals well. "
"I want to tell you certain things," I commenced without asking whether or not they wanted such knowledge. "I don't believe from what happened that either of you know your own strength. I know from my own experience that power increases with age, as I am now more agile and strong than I was when I was made. You too are quite strong, and this incident with the drunken mortals need not have ever taken place. YOU could have gone up the
wall when you were surrounded. ""Oh, leave off with this!" said Mael suddenly.
I was aghast at this rudeness. I merely shrugged.
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