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He nodded.

And Amadeo and I did dance ceaselessly, stepping carefully and gracefully as was the fashion then-one walked to music, really- clasping hands with many a Venetian beauty as well as our beloved genius of the whole affair.

"But our secrets will be kept from them, as our secrets are kept from everyone."

"I thought..." he whispered.

He nodded.

"But our secrets will be kept from them, as our secrets are kept from everyone."

Many a time, I snatched her away from die illumination of the candles and told her how dear to me she was that she could bring about such magic. And I begged from her a promise that she might do it again and again.

"I thought..." he whispered.

He had taken my advice and continued in his love of them, and now amid the blazing candelabra and the sweet music, he was radiant with happiness and whispered in my ear when he could that he could ask for nothing finer than this night.

Many a time, I snatched her away from die illumination of the candles and told her how dear to me she was that she could bring about such magic. And I begged from her a promise that she might do it again and again.

Having fed early, and far away, we were warm with blood and keen of vision. And so the night belonged to us in our strength and in our happiness, and the magnificent Bianca was ours and ours only as all men seemed to know.

Only as sunrise approached did the guests begin to take their leave, with the gondolas lined up before the front doors, and we had to break from the duty of accepting farewells to find our own way to the safety of our gold-lined grave.

"All this will happen after the great feast that Bianca will start preparing. On that night, here, we will dance with our invited guests.

"I thought..." he whispered.

"But our secrets will be kept from them, as our secrets are kept from everyone."

But what could compare to this night of dancing and wandering amid mortal guests who commented gently and drunkenly on my paintings, sometimes asking me why I had painted this or that? As in the past, no critical word struck my heart deeply. I felt only the loving heat of mortal eyes.

He said nothing to this.

He nodded.

He nodded.

Amadeo embraced me before we parted to lie in our coffins.

It seemed that every room had its own singers or divine pageants. The music of the lute, the virginal, and a dozen other instruments blended to make die lovely songs that lulled and enchanted everyone, as die younger boys, royally costumed, went about filling cups from golden pitchers of wine.

Amadeo embraced me before we parted to lie in our coffins.

He nodded.

A faint smile came over his face. Again he nodded.

"But our secrets will be kept from them, as our secrets are kept from everyone."

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