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her mate。 Now there is only the fair…haired man left。 Dante is muttering prayers to heaven and drooling all over his wretched face。 Wiping off my knife on the sand； I stand and pull off my cap； letting my blond hair fall。 It shines in the last rays of the evening sun。 Fair head smiles and nods in appreciation。
〃My pliments；〃 he says。
But since he now knows I am a woman； he cannot walk away。 Sicilian pride…he finally draws his sword and points it in my direction。
〃I have been trained by the Vatican guards；〃 he says。 〃You may submit to me now； or I will have your head。〃
Pointing my knife at him； I laugh。 〃I have been trained by far more experienced teachers。 Leave here this instant or I will cut you badly。〃
He takes a step closer。 〃My name is Pino。 I would take no pleasure in killing such a beautiful woman as you。 Drop your knife； and let us take pleasure in each other。〃
〃No；〃 I say。 〃I would rather kill you。〃
He moves closer still。 The tip of his blade dangles three feet from my face…I could almost reach out； without moving my feet； and take it from him。 But I am too much the good sport； and I don't want Dante to see me as a supernatural being。 Then I might have to kill him as well。 It is funny； how I know Dante； without even being introduced to him。
〃You are young；〃 Pino says。 〃Why make such a rash decision？〃
〃You are proud；〃 I say。 〃You have seen my skills。 Why not withdraw？ Your death will prove nothing here。〃
He smiles but I have angered him。 He takes a swipe at me with his blade； trying to cut my left shoulder。 But he misses； and another smooth swipe also fails to draw blood。 He appears more puzzled than worried。
〃You move well；〃 he says。
〃Last chance；〃 I say。 〃Leave or die。〃
〃All right； cold woman；〃 he says as he turns to leave。 〃I am no match for you。〃 But he has hardly turned his back on me when he spins and tries to take off my head with his sword。 Ducking； I thrust forward and plant my blade in his abdomen。 There I leave it as I back off a few steps。 He is still regaining his balance from his failed attack。 He stares down at my knife in amazement。 I don't know if he understands yet that his wound is fatal。
〃What have you done？〃 he gasps as blood begins to show around my knife。 Dropping his sword； he reaches down and pulls out the knife with both hands。 Bad move…now the blood spurts out； over his hands and onto the ground。 He still cannot prehend that I have defeated him。 〃You witch！〃
〃I am not a witch；〃 I say casually。 〃I am a good Samaritan。 This man you torture has done nothing to hurt you。〃
Pino drops to his knees； bleeding over everything。 〃But he is a leper；〃 he gasps。
〃That is better than a corpse。〃 I e closer so that I stand above him。 I stick out my hand。 〃May I have my knife back please？〃
He stares at me； incredulous。 But he hands me back my knife； as if I might now help him because he is cooperating。 But he is beyond a cure。 I take a step toward Dante； whose head bobbles like that of a puppy dog。
〃Oh； my lady；〃 he gushes。 〃God has sent you。〃
I begin to cut him down。 〃Somebody did；〃 I say。
Pino cries out to me as he slumps to the ground。 There is great sorrow in his words； but I have heard it all before over the centuries。 〃Non voglio morire。〃 I don't want to die。
Dante answers for me； giving me a future favorite line。
〃Then you should never have been born；〃 he says。
8
Later； at night around a fire； I muse to myself that I killed the two men and the woman exactly as I had killed them before。 The knowledge that their deaths were certain did not affect my actions in the slightest。 Not even a single word that was exchanged between us was different。 It makes me wonder whose future I'm from。
Dante sits across from me； wrapped in the swordsman's finery。 He has washed out Pino's blood。 My new friend is busy gloating over a rabbit I caught for him。 A stick skewered through it； the meat hangs in the fire growing more tasty by the minute。 The dripping grease crackles in the flames。 Dante licks his diseased fingers and his dark eyes shine with joy。 He has been muttering prayers to himself since I saved him。
〃Tis a wonderful eve； I know；〃 he says。 〃The light of heaven follows our steps。 There can be no other way of explaining how a helpless maid was able to rescue me。〃
I laugh。 〃Dante； please don't call me that。 Or I will show you again just how wrong you are。〃
He is instantly apologetic。 〃I meant no offense； my lady。 I intended only to praise the grace of God。 You are his instrument in this world； I know that in my heart。〃 He adjusts the rabbit in the fire and licks his cracked lips。 〃We can eat soon。〃
〃You can have it all；〃 I say。 〃I have already eaten today。〃
He is offended。 〃If you will not feed with me； my lady； I myself will go hungry。 It is not right that I should keep taking from you。〃
I continue to smile。 〃There is one thing you can give me…information。 I have never been in Sicily before。 Tell me about this land？〃
He brightens。 〃It is a beautiful land； my lady； filled with sweet orchards and tall trees that cover the hills。 You stay around Messina and wander not too far from the well…traveled roads； and you will have a pleasant visit。〃
〃If I had not been far off the well…traveled roads this evening； I would not have been there to rescue you。 But I am curious why you say I should stay close to Messina。 Surely the Moslems have not landed on Sicily's southern shores？〃
His face darkens。 〃But they have； my lady。 A force of them is camped on the beaches in the southwest。 Have you not heard？〃
〃No。 I heard that the Duke of Terra di Labur is strong in the south； with many armed knights。〃
Dante trembles。 〃Do not speak that name； my lady； for he no longer goes by it。 He has turned against the Christian God； and has murdered his own knights。 It is by his power and with his protection that the heathens have managed to land their forces on Sicily。〃
I am surprised； even though I know all these things deep inside。 Yet the future bees more a dream to me with each passing hour。 I know it exists； I know I am from there； but I have to focus to maintain this knowledge。 Yet this does not worry me。 It seems entirely natural that I should be one hundred percent in the present moment； with Dante； and the cooking rabbit； and his stories of the evil duke。 But I have spoiled Dante's appetite by asking about the latter。 Dante stares miserably at the fire as if he were staring at a picture of hell。 He scratches at his lepered arm and leg…my questions bring him pain。 Yet I know I must ask all about the political details。
〃What does the duke call himself now？〃 I ask。
Dante shakes his head。 〃It is better not to repeat it in the night lest he hear us talking of him。 For the night is his cloak； and shadows flow around him。〃
I laugh again。 〃e on； he can't be that bad。 I must know his name。〃
Dante is adamant。 〃I am sorry； my lady； I will not talk of him。 To do so is a sin to your good pany。〃
〃My good pany will not be so good if you do not answer me。 What is the Duke's name now？〃
Dante speaks in a whisper。 〃Landulf of Capua。〃
I have heard the name before； of course。 But now it rings in my ears with less potency and more harmless connotations。 Myth surrounds the title； not remembered agonies。 Yet I know Landulf is the one I have e for…from the stars； for the stars…even if the flames that sparkle before my eyes blot out most of the nighttime sky。 I do not want to focus on future facts…it is another choice I make。 I am more intrigued than scared。 Capua is tied to Landulf s name because he was originally from there。
〃I know this name；〃 I say。 〃Even in Italy； the farmers in the countryside speak of him。 They say he is an evil wizard； capable of performing magical acts。〃 I pause。 〃Dante； why are you crying？〃
He is really devastated。 〃It is nothing； my lady。 Let us talk of another person。〃 He pokes at the rabbit with another stick he has found。 〃Or we can just eat； you can have some meat。 You must be hungry after such a long day。〃
There is something in his tone that catches my attention。 〃Do you personally know this Landulf of Capua？〃 I ask。
He stiffens。 〃No。〃
〃You must know him to be so frightened of him。〃
He rubs at his leper arm。 Actually； the disease has spread so far； he has only a stump left。 His left leg is also little more than a stump； he walks with the aid of a wooden brace I found not far from where he was strung up。 His sores are open and fluid oozes from them。 He must be near death； yet he has energy。 But now his strength is in a whirlwind of constant motion。 His eyes are moist and he cannot stop shaking。
〃I cannot talk about him；〃 he begs。 〃Please do not force me to say his name。〃
〃Dante；〃 I say。 〃Look at me。〃
He raises his head。 〃My lady？〃
〃Stare deep into my eyes； my dear friend；〃 I say gently； carefully bending his will to mine。 〃You need not be afraid to speak of this duke。 He cannot harm you now。〃
Dante blinks and his tears begin to dry。 〃He cannot harm me；〃 he whispers。
〃That is true；〃 I say。 〃Now tell me about him； how you came to know him。〃
Dante sits back and stares at the fire again。 He has forgotten the rabbit。 He is half in a trance； half in a dream。 I know I am asking him to repeat a nightmarish section of life。 For even though I have calmed him with my power； his withered leg and arm continue to twitch。 It is almost as if his leprosy was given to him by the duke； but that I find hard to believe。
Yet I do believe it。 I know it。
What do I know？ The stars are far away。
Dante's face holds my attention。
〃My duke was not merely a duke； but an archbishop and a special friend of the Holy Father；〃 Dante says； in a clearer voice than usual。 〃It was to Rome my duke brought me at the age of ten to serve as his personal attendant and to sing in the Vatican choir。 The Holy Father said my voice was a sacrament； and I was allowed to join the privileged castrati and sacrifice my manhood to the Church。 This I did not mind； as long as I was allowed to stay close to my duke。 For five years I was at peace within the holy walls； and I thought of nothi
