I had Amadeo with whom to share my golden tomb.īotticelli, Bianca, Amadeo-these were the loves of my Perfect Time. I had Bianca when I wanted to ramble on about the work of Bellini or my beloved Botticelli. What could this mean? What could this be?īut now, with all of Venice receiving me into its finest company, I did not feel such a thing. On the contrary, he was a most strange sort of being, a scholar of the supernatural, a spy upon creatures such as me. He was no great Venetian, no painter, no cleric, no poet, no alchemist, and certainly no member of the Grand Council of Venice. I knew it die moment I penetrated his mind. We watch and we are always here.īut this young mortal had nothing to do with the grand society in which I moved. Then he gave way to utter fear and fled the roof.Ĭonversation and that he must be very wise on that account. I wondered if it corresponded to the prime of life in mortals-those years when you are strongest andĪt this point, meaning to confront him and terrify him, I came to the very edge of the roof garden and peered across the canal at him, and there I made out his stealthy shape, and how he meant to cloak himself, and how fearful yet fascinated he was.Īll this his mind gave me rather easily without the young man realizing it, obviously, and then using the Mind Gift I sent a very direct message to him. I wondered if for every immortal there was a Perfect Time.
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It struck me with full force that there had been moments in my long life when I would have found his message irresistible, so great had been my loneliness, so great had been my longing to be understood. And then to my pure shock I received a distinct mind message from him: I saw him visibly startled by the message. Yet in the weeks that followed I listened for this strange creature, this English scholar, and indeed, I kept a sharp lookout for him as we made our way through the usual lavish and dizzying social events.
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