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y story shared by every frustrated priest and nun。〃
  〃That is true; my lord;〃 I say。
  Landulf pulls his chair back from the table and sighs。 〃It is true that the Holy Father and I have gone our separate ways。 But our differences were and still are more political than spiritual。 Nicholas believes we should fortify our defenses; and wait for the Moslems to break against our walls。 But I know this foe too well。 I have met these bloodthirsty monsters on the battlefield。 If we do not attack; push the war back into their own lands; they will see us as weak and never leave us in peace。〃 Landulf stands and steps away from the table。 〃But all that is a question of strategy; and in my own land I pursue my own counsel。 But to hear the talk in Rome I have denounced the Church and turned against Christ himself。〃 He pauses。 〃Is that what you have heard; Lady Sita?〃
  I have already taken the plunge。 The wild tales I may as well validate; or else put aside。 〃I have heard worse; my lord;〃 I say。 〃The peasants say you conjure evil forces。 That you are a master of the black arts and able to raise demons from the depths of hell。〃
  Landulf is momentarily struck; then laughs long and hard。 His wife joins him after a tense moment。 〃I would like to meet one of these peasants and ask him where he gets his information!〃 he exclaims。 〃That is the trouble with lies。 They are perpetually pregnant。 At every turn they give birth to more lies。〃
  〃There was a peasant I met along the roads;〃 I say carefully。 〃He acted as if he knew you。 His name was; Dante。 You've heard of him?〃
  Lady Cia gushes。 〃Dante? My lord has known him since he was a child。 Pray tell us where you met him?〃
  I am evasive。 〃When I was lost in the woods; after my uncle died。 But that was three days' journey from here。〃 I add; 〃Dante seemed lost as well; and I shared food with him。〃
  〃I pray you did not share anything else with him;〃 Landulf says darkly; referring to Dante's leprosy。
  〃I was careful always to keep a safe distance;〃 I say。 〃But when he spoke of this place; it was with fear。 I couldn't understand why。〃
  〃Surely you must know;〃 Lady Cia says。 〃It is his illness。 Since he became ill; he has spoken of nothing but demons that chase after his soul。〃
  Again Lord Landulf raises his hand。 〃It is not so easy as that。 I am partly to blame for his condition。 When I brought him to Rome; as a boy; the Holy Father became enamored of his singing voice。 Without my consent or knowledge; the pope had him castrated; so that his voice would remain high。 Dante took the loss of his manhood badly; and I think he never ceased blaming me for the disfigurement。 Since I was the cause of one physical aberration; when the illness came over him; he blamed me for that as well。〃
  〃But we tried to keep Dante here; and fortable;〃 Lady Cia says。 〃It was just that our servants feared his illness and he himself felt he needed to be free to roam the world。〃
  Landulf shakes his head。 〃It pains me to know that my own friend has joined the chorus against me。 Very well; leadership has its price。 I cannot turn from the task I have set before me; to protect the underbelly of the Christian world。 If I go to my grave cursed by every cardinal in the Vatican; at least I will still be able to hold my head up high when I meet my Lord in heaven。〃
  〃That is all that matters;〃 I mutter。
  Landulf steps closer to the fire; to the spear; and points out the aged iron tip to me。 〃Sita; do you know what this is?〃
  I stand and join him near the object。 There is a single crude nail bound to the spear by circles of wire。 The black shaft; I see; has more recently been joined to the tip…it is not nearly so old。 Landulf touches the metal spear tip lovingly; running his fingers over the tapered edges; which are surprisingly sharp given the spear's obvious antiquity。
  〃I have never seen it before;〃 I say。
  He nods。 〃Few people have; except those who have been chosen to lead the fight against unrighteousness。 This is the Spear of Longinus; sometimes called the Maurice Spear。 It is this very spear that Gaius Cassius; a Roman Centurion under the mand of Pro…Consul Pontius Pilate; used to pierce the side of the blessed Lord himself。 Thus he put an end to Jesus' suffering on the cross。 The final prophecy from the Old Testament that Jesus had to fulfill to prove that he was the true Messiah was that of Isaiah; who said; 'A bone of Him not be broken。' You see; Sita; at the time Jesus suffered on the cross; Annas and Caiaphas; high priests of the Sanhedrin; were trying to convince the Romans to kill Jesus before the Sabbath began。 It was the priests' hope that the Romans would mutilate Jesus' body; and therefore prove that he was not the chosen one。 But Gaius Cassius; although a Roman soldier; was devoted to Jesus and his teachings; and did not want to see Jesus' body defiled。 He took up this spear of his own free will; and in that moment all the prophecies of the world were held in balance in his hand。 But at the moment this spear pierced Jesus' side; all the prophecies were fulfilled。 For that reason; it is said that whoever holds this spear mands the destiny of the world。〃 Landulf paused and smiled slightly。 〃It is the story that is told about it。〃
  And a fascinating one; too。 I reach out and touch the spear; and feel a strange power sweep over me。 It is unlike anything I have ever experienced before; at least none that I can remember。 But vaguely the thought of a brown…skinned child es to my mind。 The spear is a weapon of war; yet somehow it forts me。 I touch the tip and think of the blood that once spilled over it。 The blood that supposedly had the power to wash away all sins。 Standing beside Landulf; I feel the weight of all the people I have murdered for their blood。 He seems to sense something odd because he stares at me intensely。
  〃Sita?〃 he says。
  〃But you believe this story?〃 I say in an unsteady voice。
  He continues to watch me。 〃I do; but then I am a romantic at heart。〃 He leans close and whispers in my ear。 〃What do you feel when you touch it; Sita?〃
  I momentarily close my eyes。 〃I feel the child;〃 I whisper。
  〃The baby Jesus?〃
  〃John。〃
  He moves back。 〃The Baptist?〃
  I open my eyes; confused。 For an instant the face of Suzama flashes in my mind。 But she had no children; I think。 Suzama was celibate。 Yet the name of John haunts me; as does the face of a child I cannot quite pinpoint。
  〃I was not thinking of the Baptist;〃 I say。
  〃What then?〃 he insists。
  In that moment; in that castle; I cannot remember。
  〃I don't know;〃 I say。
  He gestures to the table。 〃Why don't we finish our meal?〃
  〃Thank you。〃
  He takes me by the hand and leads me back to the meal。
  
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  Later; in my room; I feel dull and tired。 I am four thousand years old; I do not normally need much sleep。 Yet my vision is now blurred with fatigue。 Staring in a mirror surrounded by candles; I feel as if my face changes into that of a person from another time and my blond hair turns dark red。 The candles grow to the size of the flames that burned in the fireplace。 Splashing water on my face; I feel some of the illusions leave me; but they do not go away。 There is an unpleasant taste in my mouth that the water cannot wash away。
  Then it strikes me。
  I have been drugged。
  Landulf; perhaps with his wife's knowledge; had something put in my food。 There is no other explanation for my lethargy。 But it is unlikely that the drug was administered for my benefit…a good night's sleep in a castle rumored to be filled with demons。 If he has drugged me it is because he wants me unconscious so that he can do something awful to me。 All of Dante's tales e back to me in a haunting wave; and I am amazed at how I have dropped my guard。 But could my carelessness have something to do with Landulf s magic?
  For all I know; his drug was poison and I am already doomed。
  I force myself to vomit。 Then I drink the water left in the bowl and vomit again。 Within seconds my head clears; but I am still far from being at full strength。 Moving to the door; I find it locked by a device as sophisticated as the one I found on the cage that held the young women。 The metal parts are made of a peculiar alloy…stronger than anything I have ever encountered。 Fortunately the door; although thick oak; is only wood。 Leaning hard on it; and taking deep breaths to clear my system of the lingering effects of the drug; I am able to break it open without much noise。
  Marie stands outside my door。
  I grab her and pull her inside。
  〃What are you doing here?〃 I demand。
  She is frightened。 I have a strong grip on her neck。
  〃I was ing to see if you needed anything; my lady。〃
  〃You lie。 You were waiting outside my door。 Why?〃
  She wiggles her head。 〃No; my lady; I am here to serve you。〃
  〃You are here to spy on me。〃 I choke her。 〃Did Lord Landulf send you?〃
  She gasps。 〃No。 Please? You are hurting me。〃
  I tighten my grip and she begins to lose color。 〃You feel how strong I am? I have the strength of a dozen men。 Tell me the truth now or you will die in pain。 Were you spying outside my door?〃
  She can hardly get the word out。 〃Yes。〃
  〃You had been told I was drugged?〃
  〃Yes。〃
  〃Who told you?〃
  〃Lady Cia。〃
  〃You were waiting by the door for me to pass out?〃
  〃Yes。〃
  〃What were you going to do with me then?〃
  Marie turns blue。 But she has enough will left to struggle。
  〃No!〃 she gasps。
  I dig my fingernails into her neck; drawing blood。 〃You answer me or I'll rip your head off!〃
  She moans。 〃I was to take you to the sacrifice。〃
  I loosen my grip and frown。 〃What sacrifice? Where?〃
  She struggles for air。 〃It is below…in the hidden chambers。〃
  I point my finger at her。 〃You will take me there; through a back way。 I want to see this sacrifice but I do not want to be seen。 Do you understand?〃
  She coughs weakly。 〃I don't want to die。〃
  I am grim。 〃You keep thinking that way。〃
  Marie leads me through a dark passageway unconnected to the hallways and rooms of the public castle。 We hardly leave my bedroom when we enter a narrow tunnel opened by touching a stone with a series

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