Sonia slid the bolt and found Fabrizio soaked with sweat and brandishing a heavy gas canister connected to a blowtorch. His car was blocking the deserted street, its headlights on and door wide open.
‘What in heaven’s name…’ she blurted out.
But Fabrizio was already dashing along the corridor and down the stairs, shouting, ‘Get over here! Did you finish what I asked you to do? Have you separated all the fragments?’
Sonia ran after him breathlessly without even closing the door, shouting back, ‘Yeah. I think so, at least, but what is that thing you’ve got in your hand? What the hell are you going to do with it? Burn down the place? Talk to me, goddamn you, Fabrizio! I swear I’ll sound the alarm unless you stop right now. I swear I’ll do it! Stop and listen to me!’
But Fabrizio seemed possessed. He ran carrying the heavy iron canister as if it were made of paper. He reached the skeleton, recognized the human bone fragments lying on the felt, then turned back to the skeleton and the animal bones that Sonia had piled up on the wooden pedestal. He opened the gas valve, pulled a lighter out of his pocket and applied it to the burner. A blue flame burst from the torch and Fabrizio moved towards the skeleton.
‘No!’ shouted Sonia. ‘No! What are you doing? Damn you! You can’t do that! Don’t destroy it! Stop!’
She jumped at him to make him stop, sure that he’d gone mad, that he’d lost his mind. But he spun around and hit her hard in the face, knocking her to the ground. He directed the blowtorch at the skeleton, which started to burn. The metal bindings became incandescent and twisted in the flames, the structure collapsed and the skeleton of the beast, so patiently and laboriously reassambled, disintegrated one bone at a time, crumbling on to the wooden base, which burst into flame all at once. The fire grew in intensity as the great skeleton turned to ash.
AT THAT same instant, in the underground tunnel, just as the beast was about to spring, it was enveloped in a whirlwind of flames. Francesca watched incredulously as it reared up on its hind legs, writhing in the grip of powerful convulsions. It let out a terrifying roar, a cruel and desperate howl of pain that almost seemed human. The girl turned and hugged the child tight, flattening herself against the wall, frantically covering his eyes and his ears to spare him the sight of such horror and the sound of such unending suffering. The entire tunnel trembled, as if shaken by a violent earthquake, as the walls echoed the cries of the dying beast. The howl disintegrated into a shriek of pain and Francesca’s ears filled with moaning and sobbing, suffocated words in a forgotten language, prayers and imprecations welling up from the abyss of millennia. Then everything was plunged into a silence deeper than death.
FABRIZIO extinguished the flame and mopped the sweat from his forehead. He was completely drenched from head to toe, as if he had accomplished the most strenuous task of all times.
He turned immediately to Sonia and blurted out, ‘I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean…’ But she was gone.
He turned off the gas valve, ran back upstairs through a thick curtain of smoke and rushed out into the street, where he was nearly run over by Reggiani’s police van.
‘Your colleague Sonia Vitali just called me. What the hell do you think you’re doing? Get into the car now. I’m going to keep you under lock and key until all this is over.’
Two soldiers flanked him while Reggiani turned to his radio and instructed, ‘Open fire as soon as it comes out.’ He turned back to Fabrizio then and said, ‘There’s no chance of it getting away. The moment it surfaces, it’ll be blinded by half a dozen two-thousand-watt photoelectric cells and riddled with shots.’
‘No!’ shouted Fabrizio. ‘You don’t understand! Francesca and Angelo are down there and they might be trying to get out. You risk killing them instead of the animal. They’re still underground, I’m telling you! Listen to what I’m saying – I heard it howling, just moments ago, but it was different this time. It was horrible. I’d never heard anything like it before. Come on, Marcello, for the love of God! Order your men to hold their fire, please! I’m begging you!’ He was weeping openly.
‘All right!’ growled Reggiani. ‘But let’s get moving, damn it!’
Fabrizio took off at a run towards the Caretti-Riccardi palace with Reggiani close behind and the police van following. Sonia, her eyes full of tears and her face swollen, emerged from a dark corner and went back to the museum entrance, but she didn’t even have the strength to go up the stairs. She collapsed on to the step at the threshold and, with a long sigh, leaned her head back against the door.
Fabrizio burst into the square and ran towards the main entrance to the palace. He pushed at the side door at the centre of the facade and it yawned open without any resistance. He dashed in while Reggiani quickly grabbed the van’s radio.
‘Do not open fire unless you are absolutely certain you have the animal in your sights. There are people underground who may be trying to escape through the cistern. I repeat, people are present.’
‘Roger that, sir,’ replied Tornese’s voice. ‘We’ll be careful.’
Reggiani replaced the transmitter and took off after Fabrizio, followed by a couple of his men. They ran breathlessly to the end of the great hall, which rang out with the pounding of their combat boots. They tramped down the stairs and through the cellar, trying to keep up with Fabrizio, who was racing along as if he could see in the dark. He finally entered the tunnel without ever pausing for breath and ran until he found Francesca, who was sobbing disconsolately. She had collapsed to the ground and was holding the child tenderly in her arms. The animal was nothing more than a dark, shapeless, burnt mass on the tufa floor.
‘It’s all over,’ said the girl between her sobs.
Fabrizio had pulled up short, paralysed by what he was seeing. He whispered, ‘Only if the beast is separated from the man…’
‘Only if the child is returned to the father…’ continued Francesca, and she opened her arms. ‘He’s dead. Angelo is dead. His father took him away with him.’
Reggiani shouted to his men, ‘Call an ambulance! A doctor, fast!’
Fabrizio lifted the child and laid him gently on the ground. He began a cardiac massage and tried blowing air into his lungs. He could feel heat and got a whiff of his little boy’s smell: life couldn’t have completely abandoned him yet. Francesca was leaning against the wall and crying hot tears in silence. Reggiani was frozen in place, his loaded pistol still in hand, a wordless witness to the scene.
All at once Fabrizio distinctly felt a draught of cold air coming from the side tunnel and he seemed to be struck by a sudden awareness. He got to his feet, still holding the little boy to his chest, and began to advance down the dark passageway.
Reggiani started. ‘Where are you going?’ he said. ‘Wait!’
He moved off after them, still holding his pistol in his right hand and a torch in his left. They continued for ten or twelve metres, until the tunnel walls squared off suddenly and came to an end at a carved doorway.
‘My God!’ murmured the officer, astonished at the sight. ‘What is that?’
Fabrizio had already entered and Reggiani could see a beautiful fresco beyond him, on the opposite wall, depicting a banquet scene with dancers and flute players draped in light, transparent gowns.
‘It’s their tomb,’ replied Fabrizio with a tremble in his voice. ‘It’s the Kaiknas family tomb.’
Fabrizio turned and saw a large sarcophagus bearing the image of a husband and wife, reclining on their sides: the lady was beautiful and her spouse had the powerful build of a warrior. His arm was wrapped around her shoulder in a gesture of love and protection. Reggiani directed the torch beam on them and remained speechless in contemplation of their timeless faces and enigmatic smiles.
Fabrizio fell to his knees in front of the sarcophagus, stretching the still body of the little boy forward towards them. ‘Let me keep him!’ he pleaded. ‘Let him live! He can’t die twice! I beg of you, leave him to me!’ He burst into tears and clasped the little boy’s body close to his chest.
The dark underground chamber was once again invaded by that cold, mysterious, sudden breath of air, and Fabrizio heard a sound that roused him from his weeping: a whisper more than a sound; a long, sorrowful sigh.
‘Did you hear that?’ he asked Reggiani.
The officer shook his head, regarding Fabrizio with a pitying expression.
‘Francesca…’
‘Who said that?’ asked Fabrizio in surprise, but as he spoke he felt a shudder run through the little body he was clutching and then he felt the rhythm – hiccuping at first and then slow and even – of the child’s breathing.
‘Shine that over here!’ he shouted frantically, and Reggiani illuminated the face of the little boy, who blinked in the sudden harsh light. The two men stared at each other without managing to get a word out.
‘Where’s Francesca?’ repeated Angelo. ‘What is this place?’
