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which to write。 The golden lamps looked Persian to me in their heavy worked designs； but I couldn't be certain of it。
The carpets strewn about were definitely Persian； that much I knew。
Of course the moment I saw the books； I was overe with pleasure。 This always happens with me。 I remembered the library in old Egypt in which I had found the Elder who had put the Mother and Father into the sun。 I feel foolishly safe with books which can be a mistake。
I thought of all that I had lost in the first siege of Rome。 I couldn't help but wonder what Greek and Roman authors were here preserved。 For the Christians； though they were kinder to the ancients than people now believe； did not always save the old works。
〃Your eyes are hungry；〃 she said； 〃though your mind is shut。 I know you want to read here。 You're wele。 Send your scribes to copy what you will。 But I go ahead of myself； don't I？ We must talk。 We must see if we can achieve an agreement。 I don't know that we can。〃
She turned her eyes to Avicus。
〃And you； you who are old； you who were given the Blood in Egypt； you are only just learning to love the realm of letters。 How strange that it would take you so long。〃
I could feel his immense excitement and tender confusion。
〃I'm learning；〃 he said。 〃Marius is teaching me。〃 And then the flame rose in his cheeks。
As for Mael； I couldn't help but note his quiet fury； and it struck me that he had for so long been the author of his own unhappiness； but now something was truly happening which might be a legitimate cause of his pain。
Of course it greatly distressed me that neither of them could keep their minds secret。 Long ago in Rome when I had sought to find them they had done a better job of it。
〃Let's be seated；〃 said Eudoxia； 〃and let me tell you who I am。〃 We took the chairs； which brought us closer together； and she began to tell her story in a quiet tone。
10
MY MORTAL LIFE isn't very important；〃 she said； 〃but I'll pass over it quickly。 I was from a fine Greek family； one of the first wave of settlers to e from Athens to Alexandria to make it the great city that Alexander wanted when he founded it three hundred years before the birth of the Christ。
〃I was brought up like any girl in such a Greek household； extremely protected； and never leaving the house。 I did however learn to read and write； because my father wanted me to be able to write letters to him after I was married and he thought that I might read poetry to my children later on。
〃I loved him for it； though no one else did； and I took to my education with a passion； neglecting all else。
〃An early marriage was prepared for me。 I wasn't fifteen when I was told of it； and frankly I was rather happy about it because I had seen the man； and I'd found him intriguing and somewhat strange。 I wondered if marriage to him wouldn't bring a new existence for me； something more interesting than what I'd had at home。 My real mother was dead and I didn't care for my stepmother。 I wanted to be out of her house。〃
She paused for a moment and I was of course calculating。 She was older than me by many years； she was making that plain to me； twice over； and that is why she appeared so utterly perfect。 Time had done its work on the lines of her face； as it was doing its work on my own。
She watched me and hesitated for a moment； but then she went on：
' A month before the nuptials； I was abducted right out of my bed at night； and taken over the walls of the house to a dark and filthy place where I was flung down in the corner； to cower on the stone floor while several men carried on a crude argument； as to who would be paid how much for having stolen me。
〃I expected to be murdered。 I also knew that my stepmother was behind my ruin。
〃But there came into the place a tall thin man with a head of shaggy black hair； and a face and hands as white as the moon； who murdered all of these men； throwing them about as if they were weightless； and holding the last up to his mouth for a long time； as though he were drinking blood from the corpse； or eating part of it。
〃I thought I was on the verge of madness。
〃As he dropped the body； the white…faced being realized that I was staring at him。 I had nothing but a torn and dirty night dress to cover me。 But I rose to my feet to face him bravely。
〃 'A woman；' he said。 I shall never forget。 'A woman' as if that were remarkable。〃
〃Sometimes； it is；〃 I said。
She smiled at me rather tolerantly。 She went on with the story。
〃After this remark； he gave a strange little laugh and then he came for me。
〃Once again； I expected to be murdered。 But he made me a blood drinker。 There was no ceremony to it； no words； nothing。 He simply did it； right then and there。
〃Then ripping off the tunic and sandals from one of the men； he dressed me crudely as a boy and we hunted the streets together for the rest of the night。 He handled me roughly as we went along； turning me this way and that； pushing me； instructing me as much with shoves as with crude words。
〃Before dawn； he took me back to his curious dwelling。 It wasn't in the elite Greek quarter where I had been brought up。 But I didn't know that at the time。 As a matter of fact； I'd never been out of my father's house。 My first experience of the city streets had been frankly enthralling。
〃Now here I was being carried up the high wall of a three…story dwelling and then brought down into its barren courtyard。
〃The place was an immense and disorderly treasure house。 In every room there were riches unimaginable。
〃 'See； all this！' the blood drinker said to me proudly。
〃There was chaos everywhere。 There were silk draperies in heaps and beautiful cushions； and these he brought together to make a kind of nest for us。 He put heavy necklaces on me and said； 'These will lure your victims。 Then you can quickly take hold of them。'
〃I was intoxicated and afraid。
〃Then he took out his dagger and； grabbing me by the hair； he cut it off； almost all of it； and that sent me into wailing like nothing that had gone before。 I had killed。 I had drunk blood。 I had run through the streets half mad。 That did not make me bellow； but the cutting of my hair was too much。
〃He didn't seem at all disturbed by my crying； but quite suddenly he snatched me up； and threw me down into a large casket on a hard bed of jewels and gold chains and he shut the lid on me。 Little did I know the sun was rising。 Again； I thought I would die。
〃But next I opened my eyes； he was there； smiling； and in a gruff voice； with no real wit or talent for a turn of phrase he explained that we must sleep all day away from the sun。 It was our nature。 And we had to drink plenty of blood。 Blood was the only thing that mattered to us。
〃Maybe to you； I thought； but I didn't dare argue with him。
〃And my hair of course had all grown back as it would every day forever； and he once again hacked it off。 Within a few nights； to my relief he did acquire an expensive scissors to make this operation easier； but he； no matter what we had to do； would never tolerate my long locks。
〃I was with him several years。
〃He was never civil or kind； but never terribly cruel either。 I was never out of his sight。 When I asked if we might acquire better clothes for me； he agreed； though he obviously didn't care too much about it。 As for himself； he wore a long tunic and a cloak； changing only when these became worn； stealing the fresh clothing from one of his victims。
〃He often patted me on the head。 He had no words for love； and he had no imagination。 When I brought back books from the market to read poetry； he laughed at me； if you can call the toneless noise he made a laugh。 I read the poetry to him nevertheless； and much of the time after the initial laugh he simply stared at me。
〃Once or twice I asked him how he'd been made a blood drinker； and he said it was by a wicked drinker of the blood who had e out of Upper Egypt。 'They're all liars； those old ones；' he said。 'I call them the Temple Blood Drinkers。' And that constituted the entire history he bequeathed to me。
'If I went against