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agined such contempt from the Queen or such injury。 I could not have imagined my own patience and seeming forgiveness。
〃But at that council table； Akasha met her destruction。 The insult to me was avenged with utter finality。 This creature whom I had guarded for two thousand years was gone from me。 My Queen； gone from me 。 。 。
〃And so I can see now the larger story of my own life； of which my beautiful Queen was only a part； even in her cruelty to me。 I can see all the stories of my life。 I can pick and choose from among them。〃
〃Let me hear these stories；〃 said Thorne。 〃Your words flow over me like warm water。 They bring me fort。 I hunger for your images。 I hunger for all you might say。〃
Marius pondered this。
〃Let me try to tell my stories；〃 Marius said。 〃Let my stories do what stories always do。 Let them keep you from your darker dreams and from your darker journey。 Let them keep you here。〃
Thorne smiled。
〃Yes；〃 he said； 〃I trust in you。 Go on。〃
THE STORY
5
As I HAVE TOLD YOU； I was born in the Roman times； in the age of Augustus when the Roman Empire was immense and powerful； though the Northern tribes of barbarians who would eventually overrun it had long been fighting on its Northern frontiers。
Europe was a world of big and powerful cities just as it is now。
As for me； as I've said I was a bookish individual； and it had been my bad luck to be stolen from my world； taken into Druid precincts and there delivered to a blood drinker who believed himself to be a sacred God of the Grove and gave me nothing but superstition along with the Dark Blood。
My journey to Egypt to find the Mother was for myself。 What if this fire described by the blackened and suffering god should e again？
Well； I found the Divine Pair and I stole them from those who had long been their guardians。 I did it not only to possess the Sacred Core of the Divine Queen but because of my love of Akasha； my belief that she had spoken to me and manded me to rescue her； and because she had given me her Precious Blood。
Understand there was nothing as strong as that primal fount。 The blood rendered me a formidable blood drinker who could fight off any of the old burnt gods who came after me in the years to e。
But you must also understand： no religious impulse guided me。 I had thought the 〃god〃 of the Druid woods to be a monster。 And I understood that in her own way Akasha was a monster。 I was a monster as well。 I had no intention of creating a devotion for her。 She was a secret。 And from the moment she came into my hands she and her consort were most truly Those Who Must Be Kept。
This did not stop me from adoring her in my heart； and creating the most lavish shrine for her； and dreaming that； having spoken to me once with the Mind Gift； she would speak to me again。
The first city to which I took the mysterious pair was Antioch； a most marvelous and interesting place。 It was in the East as we said in those days； yet it was a Roman city and had been shaped by the tremendous influence of Hellenism…that is； the philosophy and ideas of the Greeks。 It was a city of new and splendid Roman buildings； and it was a city of great libraries and schools of philosophy； and though I haunted it by night； the ghost of my former self； there were brilliant men to be spied upon and wondrous things to be heard。
Nevertheless my first years as the keeper of the Mother and the Father were bitter in my loneliness； and the silence of the Divine Parents struck me often as particularly cruel。 I was pitifully ignorant as to my own nature； and perpetually brooding on my eternal fate。
Akasha's silence struck me as terrifying and confusing。 After all； why was I asked by Akasha to take her out of Egypt if she meant only to sit upon her throne in eternal stillness？ It seemed sometimes that self…destruction was preferable to the existence I endured。
Then came the exquisite Pandora into my midst； a woman I'd known since her girlhood in Rome。 Indeed； I'd once gone to her father to seek her hand in marriage when she'd been only a precocious child。 And here she was in Antioch； as lovely in the prime of life as she'd been in her youth； flooding my thoughts with impossible desire。
Our lives became fatally intertwined。 Indeed the speed and violence with which Pandora was made a blood drinker left me weak with guilt and confusion。 But Pandora believed that Akasha had willed our union； Akasha had hearkened to my loneliness； Akasha had drawn Pandora to me
If you saw our council table； round which we sat when Akasha rose； then you have seen Pandora； the tall white…skinned beauty with the distinct rippling brown hair； one who is now a powerful Child of the Millennia just as you are and just as I am。
Why am I not with her now； you may ask？ What is it in me that will not acknowledge my admiration for her mind； her beauty； her exquisite understanding of all things？
Why can't I go to her！
I don't know。 I know only that a terrible anger and pain divides us just as it did so many years ago。 I cannot admit how much I have wronged her。 I cannot admit how much I have lied about my love of her and my need of her。 And this need； perhaps this need is the thing which keeps me at a distance； where I am safe from the scrutiny of her soft and wise brown eyes。
It's also true that she judges me harshly for things I have lately done。 But this is too difficult to explain。
In those ancient times； when it was scarce two centuries that we lived together； it was I who destroyed our union in a foolish and dreadful way。 We had spent almost every night of our lives quarreling； and I could not admit her advantages； and her victories； and it was as the result of my weakness that I foolishly and impetuously left her when I did。
This was the single worst mistake of all my long years。
But let me tell quickly the little tale of how we came to be divided by my bitterness and pride。
Now as we kept the Mother and the Father； the old gods of the dark groves of the North woods died out。 Nevertheless an occasional blood drinker would discover us and e to press his suit for the blood of Those Who Must Be Kept。
Most often such a monster was violent and easily dispatched in the heat of anger； and we would return to our civilized life。
One evening； however； there appeared in our villa outside Antioch a band of newly made blood drinkers； some five in number； all dressed in simple robes。
I was soon amazed to discover that they perceived themselves as serving Satan within a Divine Plan that held the Devil to be equal in power to the Christian God。
They did not know of the Mother and the Father； and understand； the shrine was in that very house； down； beneath the floor。 Yet they could hear no inkling of the Divine Parents。 They were far too young and too innocent。 Indeed； their zeal and sincerity was enough to break one's heart。
But though deeply touched by their mishmash of Christian and Persian ideas； of their wild notions； and by their curious appearance of innocence； I was also horrified by the fact that this was a new religion among the blood drinkers； and they spoke of other adherents。 They spoke of a cult。
The human in me was revolted； and the rational Roman was more confused and alarmed than I can express。
It was Pandora who quickly brought me to my senses and gave me to know that we must slaughter the whole band。 Were we to let them go； others would e to us； and soon the Mother and Father might fall into their hands。
I； who had slain old pagan blood drinkers with ease； seemed somehow unable to obey her； perhaps because I realized for the first time that if we remained in Antioch； if we maintained our household and our lives； more and more blood drinkers would e and there would be no end to killing them in order to protect our fine secret。 And my soul suddenly could not endure this possibility。 Indeed I thought once more of death for myself and even for Those Who Must Be Kept。
We slaughtered the zealots。 It was a simple thing to do for they were so young。 It took only moments with torches and with our swords。 We burnt them to ash
