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But my Master, with his supernaturalthe whole flat froallery

Perfect as Gozzoli's original it loo Florentines, each pale face a study in thoughtful innocence, astride a cavalry of gorgeous horses following the exquisite figure of the young Lorenzo de' Medici hi brownish-blond hair to his shoulders, and a carnal blush in his white cheeks With a tranquil expression he appeared to gaze indifferently at the viewer of the painting as he sat, regal in his fur-tri slashed sleeves, on a beautifully caparisoned white horse No detail of the painting was unworthy of another Even the horse's bridle and fittings were of beautifully worked gold and velvet, a ht sleeves of Lorenzo's tunic and his red velvet knee-high boots

But the enchant arose most powerfully from the faces of the youths, as well as the few old men who made up the immense crowded procession, all with s to the sides as if a forward glance would have broken the spell

On and on they ca their way to Bethlehem

To illu candelabra had been lighted up and down both sides of the rooave off a luxurious illulorious wilderness of painted clouds surrounded an oval of floating saints who touched each other's outstretched hands as they looked down benevolently and contentedly upon us

No furniture covered the rosy Carraraborder pattern of green leafy vine reat squares these tiles, but the floor was otherwise plain and deeply lustrous, and silken smooth to bare feet

I foundwith the fascination of a feverish brain into this hall of glorious surfaces The Procession of the Magi, rising as it did to fill the entire wall to the right of ive off a soft plethora of real soundsthesteps of those alked beside the of the red-flowered shrubbery beyond them and even the distant cries of the hunters ith their lean hounds, streaked along the mountain paths beyond

My Master stood in the very center of the hall He had taken off his faold tissue, with long bell sleeves down to his wrists, his he his bare white feet

His hair see softly to his shoulders

I wore a gown of the same sheerness and simplicity

"Come, Amadeo," he said

I eak, thirsting for water, barely able to stand He knew this however, and no excuse see steps one after another until I reached his outstretched arms

His hands slid about the back of my head

He bent his lips A sense of dreadful awesome finality swept over me

"You will die now to be with me in life eternal," he whispered in my ear "Never for a moment must you really fear I will hold your heart safe in my hands "