Our Divine Bambino Boy

SARMATIAN DE CASPIANYA « BEZZARI – OUR DIVINE BAMBINO BOY »
to understand; it is beyond my mental compass; I have reasoned until I can reason no longer; I
have concluded that it matters not whether we go to-day or to-morrow – the difference, if any, is
but of one day."
And Madame Donat's pearl necklace, with a diamond brooch nestled within the chain, glistened
appealingly; while diamond ear6ngs, as they dangled with the movements of her relaxing jaws,
gazed at us with animation.
"Madame, since you are so kind as to take care of us, we shall submit, but we absolutely refuse
administrations, not even a drink of water. External applications we do not mind."
"Mon dieu, but Your Excellency is dictatorial. I have been with royal families, and enjoyed the
confidence of dignitaries, meeting all kinds of stiffest pride, but Your Excellency is really
haughty, although very kind, and even loving."
"Merci, Madame, it seems the best we can do is to take a steam bath, for which we may ask you
for a few simple herbs in your possession. A steam bath may break the tension, the fever, and
contraction which borders on la grippe."
"But, Your Excellency, I disagree. A vapour bath in your nerve-racked state? Your Excellency
does not realise your condition. Your malheur is beyond description. You are open to brain fever
with a fatal result."
"Madame, it matters not, whether we go today or to-morrow; the difference, if any, is but a day."
The madame laughed. "Mon dieu, but Your Excellency takes everything literally and seriously.
Tres bien, as Your Excellency orders."
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XXVII.
WHETHER the bath was premature, or reaction set in, reaching the highest instance of
collapse, is not within our mental compass to tell. Preparing for the bath disclosed to us that we
were ears began to tingle, our throat contracted, the bra-in started to whirl, every joint ached,
pained, and seemed to fall asunder, while up and down the spinal column ran a chill – cold,
breezy, freezing. Our teeth began to gnash and chatter. It did not do us a particle of good to call
upon our mind to assert its powers, or for our determined will to rise. We took the vapour bath,
and mechanically directed the procedure. Weak as we were, we still would pride ourself of mind
over matter, or "In the weak, God shall be mighty."
The madame later on admitted that it was not only wonderful, but it was a miracle, and that for
the first time she had shed tears of joy at such a demonstration.
We still faintly remember how we ordered ourself to be wrapped in blankets and laid in bed. If
we walked to the bedside, we must have done so unconsciously. We only remember the order
given, and that was all.
The crisis must have set in. Though in a stupor we were conscious of intense heat, a terrific fire.
We have never read anything in all our life that would be descriptive of Hades. Thanks to our
education, the fanciful, and whatever may be termed morbid in literature, never fell into our
hands. Only what tended toward upliftment and constructive thought we were to study, although
even in that direction we have spent but little of our time.
And now, everything vanished from our mind. We knew and thought of nothing, our soul passing
through the shadow of death in Hades, a purgatory prepared for us – Bambino and us. Between
him and ourself an endless river of a molten mass, fed and stirred by "tightfrocks" who grinning
gleefully, worked incessantly, as if driven by furies, realising that their failure meant a far more
terrible fate to them than to us. They did not touch us, for even if they did reach out their bony
fingers after us, an unseen hand grabbed them with a mighty force and placed them to work on
the burning stream. Bambino was on the other side of the melting, fluxing, steaming, spitting,
sizzling, smoking stream of fire. About his body were fastened swaddling clothes, held in place
by costly bands of ribbons. "Even in the array of a hypocritical ecclesia and all the glad-rags of
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