above the Medusa's head。 They are there so her true identity cannot be mistaken。
〃Hurry； my lady；〃 Dante whispers。
I will；〃 I say。 But I cannot move； or breathe。
Klingsor and the Medusa。 Klingsor and Landulf。
They had so much in mon。
Except for one little thing。 The play spoke of this 〃thing。〃
Wolfram von Eschenbach's Parsival told of this 〃thing。〃
Klingsor had a special mark。
He was smooth…in a delicate spot。
I remember now。 Everything。
And I am sick because the truth is horrible beyond belief。
I am turned to stone。 Tears cannot help me。 They will not e。 Not before a pain beyond all measure es。 Because even though I know the truth； I refuse to accept it。 My faith may be stronger than stone； but in time all stones are worn away by water。 Or tears… it doesn't matter。 All I can do now is force my stone body to face what waits behind me。
Wetting my shirt； I stand and spy a lizard that slithers near the side of the pond。 In a moment he is in my hand； in my pocket； and I casually walk back to Dante； who sits expectantly on the rock where I left him。 A smile springs to his face as I approach even though his eyes remain closed。 Leaning over； I begin to gently wipe at his burnt and diseased hand and arm。 My touch pleases him。
〃Oh； my lady；〃 he says。
〃Just relax； Dante；〃 I say softly； 〃I have to clean you and then I can cure you。 You want me to cure you； don't you？〃
〃Oh； yes。〃
〃Good。〃 I momentarily close my own eyes and bite my lower lip。 〃That's good。〃
Seconds later his hand and arm are clean。 I stand and reach for the lizard in my pocket。 〃Now don't be afraid；〃 I say。
〃I am not afraid；〃 he whispers。
Placing the lizard behind my back； I pulverize it in my hands。 I crush it so hard all the blood squirts into my palms。 Then my hands are over Dante's leper sores； dropping the reptile's blood over his wounds。 The lizard was cold…blooded； its blood is not so warm as mine would have been。 But Dante doesn't seem to notice and for that small favor I am glad。 I cannot take my eyes off his face。 I am looking for something there； a faint change of expression as his system soaks up my blood。 An expression I have not seen before。 An expression of triumph； perhaps； or maybe even arrogance。 I need to see such a thing to dispel all my questions。
But what I see is much worse。
As the blood sprinkles over him； his lower lip curls ever so slightly。 Curls in an unpleasant manner； and I believe deep in my heart that he is reacting to my great sacrifice with all but disguised contempt。 I pull my hands away。
〃Open your eyes； Dante；〃 I say。
He opens his eyes and beams。 〃Am I cured； my lady？〃
I grin with false pleasure。 〃Almost； my friend。〃
Then I grab him by the collar of his filthy shirt and； before he can react； I drag him to the edge of the pond。 The water has not pletely settled since I touched it； but it is flat enough to show his reflection。 No wonder he did not want to stand next to the pond with me by his side。 For in the water； Dante's supposedly ruined and pained expression is extraordinary。
Literally； he is more beautiful than a man should be。
He could almost be a goddess。
I leap back from him and tremble。
〃Landulf；〃 I gasp。 〃It was you。 All along； it was you。〃
The other Landulf was just a puppet。 Just a disciple of the real master； Dante。 The duke in the castle was just a minion。
Dante was the real power behind the throne。
Dante was Landulf。
He stares down at his face for a long time before responding。 Perhaps he has not seen his reflection in a while…I don't know。 When he finally does speak； his voice is remarkably gentle； not unlike it was before； yet with more power； the confidence of a being that has for a long time been master of his own destiny。 He straightens as he speaks； as if his physical disease has no real hold over him。 But I am not sure if that is the case。 He speaks with authority but there is disappointment in his tone。
〃I should have guessed you would return with greater wisdom；〃 he says。 〃Last time you were easily tricked。 But now I am the one who has been fooled。〃 He sighs。 〃You have grown； Sita； in the last thousand years。〃
〃Because I chose wisdom over passion？〃 I ask。
He glances at me。 〃In a sense。 It is easier for humans to pass a test of love than a test that requires wisdom。 Because even love often obscures wisdom。〃
I am bitter。 〃You do not have the right to speak to me of love。〃
He has been tricked but he still has the ability to smile。 〃But I do admire you even if I don't love you；〃 he says。 〃Admiration is the closest my kind gets to love。 It serves us well。 I never feel the lack of this love you constantly crave。〃
〃You imply that I need something from you。 You're wrong。〃
〃Yet you cherished Dante's love；〃 he says。
〃I was merely bewildered on the path。 You are lost here at the end。〃
〃Perhaps。〃 He pauses。 〃How did you guess？〃
〃Parsival。 I saw it in Vienna before World War Two。 The character of Klingsor was Landulf。 He had been castrated by the pope。〃 I mock him。 〃In the play； they said he was smooth between the legs。〃
A wave of anger rolls over his face but he quickly masters himself。 〃You have an excellent memory。 No doubt I made other mistakes with you as well。〃
〃Yes。 But I am puzzled。 Why did you give me the clue of the Medusa's head？〃
〃It was necessary。 For you to be totally mine； you had to be warned by me in advance。 Free will operates on both paths； the right and the left。 When you intentionally killed that girl； then and only then were you made ready to meet me here。〃
〃It was all just a set up？ The whole thing？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃And had I willingly given you my blood； I would have pleted the third step？〃
〃Precisely。 Then your blood would have been of the most use to me。〃
I sigh。 〃Well； I guess now you're not going to have it。〃
He stares at me。 I see him clearly now； his supernatural beauty； even the faint tendrils of black that crawl around the field above his head。 Yet I realize he still has leprosy。
〃You are wrong on that point；〃 he says softly。
I take a step back。 〃You are still about to die。 You need my blood to live even a few more days。 Your evil invocations really did give you leprosy。
He takes a step in my direction。 〃That is correct。 The work has its price。 But I need your blood to sustain this physical body； and continue my work in this third density。 But unlike last time； I will now be unable to pass my blood onto others。 You can no longer be convinced to be my initiate and undergo a shift toward negative polarization。 Still； your blood will be useful to me for a long time。〃 He removes a dagger from under his dirty shirt。 It is the same one that the maid stabbed me with。 It is stained with my blood。 〃There is no point in trying to run from me； Sita； or in trying to harm me。 My psychic powers are beyond yours。〃
I find it impossible to turn away from him。
Indeed； I cannot even move my arms or legs
The Medusa。 My body has turned to stone。
〃It doesn't matter what you do to me now；〃 I say； thankful to be able to use my tongue。 〃I have defeated you and the rest of your kind。 In the future there will be no army of invincible negative beings to confuse humanity。 Your cancer has been cut from society。 The harvest will go forward the way it was intended。 You have lost； Landulf； admit it。〃
He steps to within two feet of me。 He brushes my long hair with his knife。 Then he licks the tip of the blade； the dried blood； and smiles sadly。
〃It is not my nature to admit anything；〃 he says。 〃But I will say that I would have enjoyed your continuing adoration almost as much as your body； and the immortal blood that pumps through it。〃 He scratches the skin below my right eye and a red drop runs over my cheek。 The sight fills him with pleasure。 〃A vampiric tear； Sita。 Cried for me？ I must still be your hero。〃
I am defiant； and no longer afraid。
The stain on my left hand has vanished。
〃My only regret is the tears I cried for you；〃 I say。 〃Other than that I have none。 I am at peace。 And you are still a monster。 One day you will be fo