'Lorenzo? I'm… naked.'
'Oh, good!' The artist came forward to the table with a relieved little sigh. 'Yes, those are the ones…'
'Lorenzo? I'm naked!'
The girl's voice broke in outrage as realization finally struck home. Snatching up a fistful of sketches, she flipped through them in a daze.
'You drew me naked! I don't believe it-you drew me naked!' Every detail had been recorded-every muscle group, every soft, sweet curve-every gossamer float of hair. 'You drew me naked!'
Appalled at her reaction, Lorenzo timidly crept forward, wringing at his hands.
'B-but I told you I was using you to help me study. You're the one who inspired me into researching anatomy!'
'I didn't mean my anatomy!' The girl held up another sketch, turned it upside down and blanched quite pale. 'Oh, my gods!'
'But it's a celebration!' Lorenzo waved a hand across his drawings in pride. 'You thrill me-you fascinate me! You've shown me a type of beauty I've never known before. I just wanted to show the Miliana that no one else has ever seen.'
'My mother's bloody midwife never saw me like this!'
The artist began a tactical retreat.
'Uh-you see, I invented a thing called a peri-'
Miliana lashed out at a tower of glass tubes and wildly crashed them to the floor. The chemicals instantly ate through the carpet, the floorboards, and into the wine cellar below. 'I trusted you! I even… I even-ooooh!' The girl tore her hair in rage at her own weakness and stupidity. 'You lecherous, spying little-'
'Now, now, Miliana…' Lorenzo pathetically held up his hands like a thief trying to hold a dragon at bay. 'Look, it's all in the name of science-of art! Comparative anatomy-your mother and yourself! I just got more and more interested in you.'
The girl answered with an incoherent scream. She ripped off her hat, pulled out a strip of notes, and began frantically memorizing the symbols written on the page.
Lorenzo cautiously retreated behind a padded couch.
'What are you doing?'
'I'm going to fry you like an egg, you little lump of sputum!'
Sparks raged about Miliana's hand; she whipped back her arm, shrieked in sheer, vengeful release, and flung a lethal dart of magic fire at Lorenzo's eyes.
The artist screamed like a frightened mouse and wildly dove away. The dart punched a hole clean through the furniture, sending burnt feathers blasting up into the air. Cursing like a wildcat, Miliana burst into the adjoining room in hot pursuit of her prey; a pointy-hatted psychopath, she stormed through the shadows and squealed in rage.
'Come out and die like a man, you little ball of pus!'
Something tried to race for the door; Miliana gave a predatory howl, pumping energy into a dart which stabbed like a lightning bolt clean across the room. A chair erupted, stone blew apart-and somehow a blackened but unharmed Lorenzo sped free and dove beneath a table.
'Miliana! Miliana, we can talk!'
'Go choke on your own bile!'
'Miliana? Miliana, now let's be reasonable!' Lorenzo saw the room light up with another sizzle of sparks and tried to cram himself backward into a flower pot. 'N-now I realize, in retrospect, that I may be guilty of having slightly overstepped a hidden social line…'
'You sniveling little wretch! I'll get you for this if it's the last thing I do!' Miliana kicked over a table, powered by a seething, blinding rage; Lorenzo had scuttled off beneath a maze of furniture. 'I'm going to make you eat bricks of your own sun-dried urine!'
'Miliana! Miliana, we're supposed to be getting betrothed!' Lorenzo helplessly tried to placate a monster. 'I mean-you are the princess? So that means our parents want us to wed! You wouldn't hurt someone your parents want you to marry, would you?'
Distant lab equipment shook with fright; Miliana gave a roar of triumph and hurtled the workbench aside to reveal Lorenzo scuttling like a rat across the floor. The girl shot her firebolt and watched it streak straight at her victim's rear.
Sweat had fogged up her lenses; the firebolt missed Lorenzo, passed through a jug of cherry-flavored fluid, and instantly triggered a titanic blast of power. The chemicals exploded, blowing one whole wall out of the apartments. Blinking with amazement, Miliana and Lorenzo found themselves sailing through the sky and out into the courtyard.
They landed in the fodder pile; artist, sorceress, rubble, rats and all. Terra-cotta roof tiles slid down from the walls with a crash like a thousand breaking dinner plates. Miles of paper chains and bunting then cascaded down across the pile, festooning scorched ruins with little lights and candy swords.
Skyrockets burst and Catherine wheels blurred; overhead, Tekoriikii squealed as a great black hippogriff slammed into him from below. Miliana rose up out of an astounding pile of rubble, dust and ash, dimly reaching out to take her crumpled pointy hat. The dazed girl blinked about herself trying to remember what was wrong.
There was something she had to do…
Miliana felt a fluttering piece of paper land itself across her face. She peeled the paper away, saw that it was an exquisitely detailed sketch of her own naked rear, and finally felt the world jump into focus.
Yes! Kill Lorenzo!
A soldier lay half buried under fallen tiles. Miliana dazedly ripped herself up out of the ruins and took the enormous halberd from the soldier's hands.
'Can I borrow this?'
A fearful racket started overhead-screams and howls-a piercing eagle screech. Miliana ignored it all, her stunned mind fixed on a single thought as she tottered up across the ruins of Lorenzo's rooms.
A head popped up out of the rubble; Miliana took one look at Lorenzo, lifted up the halberd, and raced toward him with a manic battle scream. Wailing in abject terror, Lorenzo took off like a rabbit. Overhead, a mighty battle filled the air with feathers, wings, and screams, while a thousand skyrockets shook the heavens with a deafening crash of light.
9
'You and I-two creatures almost from different worlds! Who knows what adventures might greet the explorer's eyes? The pounding pulse-the alien touch of scents and dreams. We owe ourselves the experience-let us seize it while we may!'
One eye blackened, and the sharp mark of a woman's handprint standing sharp and red across his cheek, Luccio Irozzi wandered disconsolately through the plazas of the Mannicci palace, reciting his little litany in puzzlement. His evening had somehow gone sadly astray. Now, with the firework display lighting up the world and shuddering every windowsill, the entire party population had crowded onto the balconies to marvel at the unprecedented show. Having been beaten nearly comatose by a dozen eligible females, Luccio decided to take a break and reassess his romantic strategies.
'You and me are two creatures almost from different worlds?' Luccio changed the timbre of his voice and tried again. 'You and I? Yes-you and I are both inhabitants of far, far different worlds…'
It didn't seem to work quite as well as it should. The daughter of Blade Captain Toporello had somehow managed to pour the contents of a flower vase into his tights, and it felt as though some of the rose stems might still be down there. Dejected and defeated, Luccio made his way into the deserted courtyard and sat himself down beside the bubbling waters of the ornate fountain.
A note written on mother-of-pearl had asked him for a tryst here at midnight; Luccio scanned the deserted courtyard and hung his head with a disappointed sigh.
Fireworks burst and blasted overhead like a war between the gods; crowds made 'oohs' and 'aaahs' of
