of mistaken identity in the mad slaughter behind the barricades . The cathedral itself
would ultimately to succumb to a pathetic conflagration , the dead visages of the
restored saints shattering in the final throes of fire against cold spring rain . All would
pass away . All would be lost .
“ You will remain .” The fury of his kiss told the truth of his divinity . With horror
and awe she brought her fingertips to her lips and realized the gravity of her own
change . “ They will suffer , die , create , and love . The time is not yet right . We will be with
them until it is , Aphrodite Pandemos .”
The tears that streamed down Pauline ’ s face were as much a product of
excruciating joy as they were of sorrow . The celebration continued . Different versions of
the song wove incongruous harmonies , violence intertwining with hope as friends and
lovers forgot their quarrels . Pauline ’ s spell would wane tomorrow , but it would echo as a
familiar tune whistled in the hidden meeting places , the garrison barracks and the
assembly halls of the city .
“ It will be fine , someday ,” she said . “ I will make it so .”
It would take time . Love would endure . The fires of the heart would not go out .