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"Master, let me in," I cried. "I went only because you told me to. " I turned around and around. It was quite impossible to break these doors. I pounded on them with my fists and kicked them. "Master, you sent me to the brothels. You sent me on damnable errands. "
After a long time, I sat down at the foot of the door, my back against it, and wept and wailed. I made a riotous amount of noise. He waited until I stopped.
"Go to sleep, Amadeo," he said. "My rages have nothing to do with you. "
Impossible. A lie! I was infuriated and insulted, and hurt and cold! This whole house was damnably cold.
"Then let your peace and calm have to do with me, Sir!" I said. "Open the damned door. "
"Go to bed with the others," he said quietly. "You belong with the others, Amadeo. They are your loved ones. They are your kind. Don't seek the company of monsters. "
"Ah, is that what you are, Sir?" I asked contemptuously and crossly. "You that can paint like Bellini or Mantegna, who can read all words and speak all tongues, who has love without end and patience to match it, a monster! Is that it? A monster spreads the roof over our head and feeds us our daily supper from the kitchens of the gods! Oh, indeed, a monster. "
He didn't answer.
I was further enraged. I went down to the lower floor. I took a great battle-ax from the wall. It was one of many weapons on display in the house which I'd scarcely ever noticed. Well, it was time for it, I thought. I've had enough of this coldness. I can't stand it. I can't stand it.
I went upstairs and heaved the battle-ax at the door. Of course it went through the brittle wood, shattering the painted panel, cracking through the old lacquer and the pretty yellow and red roses. I pulled it back and smashed it into the door again.
This time the lock was broken. I kicked the shattered frame with my foot and it fell back.
In utter amazement he sat in his large dark oak chair looking at me, his hands clutching the two lion's head arms. Behind him loomed the massive bed with its rich red baldaquin trimmed in gold.
"How dare you!" he said.
He stood before me in an instant, took the ax and hurled it with ease so that it crashed into the stone wall opposite. Then he picked me up and threw me towards the bed. The entire bed shivered, baldaquin and draperies as well. No man could have made me span that distance. But he had done it. With arms and legs flying, I landed on the pillows.
"Despicable monster!" I said. I turned over, steadied myself and drew up on my left side, glaring at him, one knee crooked.
He stood with his back to me. He had been about to close the inner doors of the apartment, which had been open before and therefore were not broken. But he stopped. He turned. A playful expression came over him.
"Oh, what a vile temper we have for such an angelic countenance," he said mildly.
"If I'm an angel," I said, drawing back from the edge of the bed, "paint me with black wings. "
"You dare knock down my door. " He folded his arms. "Need I tell you why I will not tolerate such from you, or from anyone?"
He stood gazing at me with raised eyebrows.
"You torture me," I said.
"Oh, indeed, how and since when?"
I wanted to bawl. I wanted to say, "I love only you. "
Instead I said, "I detest you. "
He couldn't help but laugh. He lowered his head, his fingers curled under his chin, as he stared at me.
Then he extended his hand and snapped his fingers.
I heard a rustling from the rooms beyond. I sat up petrified with amazement.
I saw the long switch of the teacher come slithering along the floor as if a wind had sent it hither, and then it twisted and turned and rose and dropped into his waiting hand.
Behind him, the inner doors slammed shut and the bolt slipped into place with a loud metallic clatter.
I drew back in the bed.
