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I also went so far as to question Bianca about such a person, and to warn Vincenzo that such a man might attempt to engage him in

Vincenzo shocked me.

We mean you no harm. We are scholars. We offer understanding. We offer shelter. We watch and we are always here.

We mean you no harm. We are scholars. We offer understanding. We offer shelter. We watch and we are always here.

Botticelli, Bianca, Amadeo-these were the loves of my Perfect Time.

At 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.

Nevertheless, it was a stunning promise, that which the young Englishman had made.We offer understanding. We offer shelter. We watch and we are always here.

We mean you no harm. We are scholars. We offer understanding. We offer shelter. We watch and we are always here.

We mean you no harm. We are scholars. We offer understanding. We offer shelter. We watch and we are always here.

I cannot exaggerate how odd this was.

We mean you no harm. We are scholars. We offer understanding. We offer shelter. We watch and we are always here.

I cannot exaggerate how odd this was.

All 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 cannot exaggerate how odd this was.

What could this mean? What could this be?

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.

Then he gave way to utter fear and fled the roof.

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.

I saw him visibly startled by the message. And then to my pure shock I received a distinct mind message from him:

Botticelli, Bianca, Amadeo-these were the loves of my Perfect Time.

But this young mortal had nothing to do with the grand society in which I moved. I knew it die moment I penetrated his mind. He was no great Venetian, no painter, no cleric, no poet, no alchemist, and certainly no member of the Grand Council of Venice. On the contrary, he was a most strange sort of being, a scholar of the supernatural, a spy upon creatures such as me.

I also went so far as to question Bianca about such a person, and to warn Vincenzo that such a man might attempt to engage him in

Indeed, I was enjoying a Perfect Time. I wondered if for every immortal there was a Perfect Time. I wondered if it corresponded to the prime of life in mortals-those years when you are strongest and

Vincenzo shocked me.

At 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.

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