“Will you show us where you’ve hidden Nicholas?” The Guardian looked at the Venetian boy in fear. He whispered, “Yes.” Matteo goaded him angrily: “Now you will tell us? Why? Now that you know death is real? Wasn’t there death a minute ago? What did you think? That there wasn’t death? Wasn’t there death an hour ago? Wasn’t there death as soon as the world was born?”
