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My Master kissed the back of his head, and let him slip down onto the table

"Char to the last," said he "Just a real poet to the bottom of your soul "

I stood up, pushing the bench away behind me, and I moved out into the center of the room I cried and cried, and couldn'tinto my jacket for a handkerchief, and just as I went to wipe my tears, I stumbled backwards over the dead humpbacked nominious cry

I moved back away from him and away from the bodies of his companions until I felt behind me the heavy, scratchy tapestry, and smelled its dust and threads

"Ah, so this hat you wanted of me," I sobbed I veritably sobbed "Tha

t I should hate it, that I should weep for the for them "

He sat at the table still, Christ of the Last Supper, with his neatly parted hair, his shining face, his ruddy hands folded one on top of the other, looking with his hot and swi eyes at me

"Weep for one of thererathful "Is that tooso e

I pushed the handkerchief overinto it

"For a naar in a makeshift boat for a bed we have no tears, do we, and would not our pretty Bianca suffer because we've played the young Adonis in her bed! And of some of those, eep for none but that one, the very most evil without question, because he flatters us, is it not so?"

"I knew him," I whispered "I mean, in this short time I knew him, and"

"And you would have them run from you, anonymous as foxes in the brush!" He pointed to the tapestries blazoned with the Courtly Hunt "Behold with a man's eyes what I show you "

There was a sudden darkening of the rooasped, but it was only he, coht in front ofwhose very heat I could feel as if every pore of hiave forth warm breath

"Master," I cried, sing ht me or not? Are you happy hat I've learnt or not! Don't you play with me over this! I'm not your puppet, Sir, no, never that! What would you have er?" I shuddered all over, the tears veritably flooding fro for you, but II knew him "

"Why? Because he kissed you?" He leant down and picked up my hair in his left hand He yanked me towards him