#11
The Father Superior was not too angry, since the boy had given a more complete answer, even if the girl hadn't been wrong either. Alltogether, it was a good class. They had learnt as well as expected for their age and they were worthy of receiving the first communion. Which liturgy of the Eucharist just started, with presenting the gifts of bread and wine. The children were excited and they sang aloud together with the whole community.

Holy, Holy, Holy Lord God of hosts.
Heaven and earth are full of your glory.
Hosanna in the highest.
Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord.
Hosanna in the highest.


Agustin liked the children's pure voices being heard so nicely. The First Communion was always unique in this respect. And his nerves finally subsided, given that the examination had gone so well. Right when he thought he could breathe alleviated and follow the liturgy, Antonio Calegiano's younger brother came running and tried to join his brother. Agustin had seen him at the other Catechism lessons, as the mother used to come with all the three children and the younger boy, Cesco they were calling him, seemed very interested in learning the songs together with his brother. Now he understood that the child had escaped his mother's vigilence and he tried to stop him with a protecting arm, scooping him next to himself. He didn't wonder either at being called Papa, since he had heard it before from the little mouth.

"Let's listen here to the mass," he whispered to the child, and this had ensured for a little while the youngling's cooperation and interest.

Agustin enjoyed the feeling of the little boy's chubby hands holding on his leg. Being kept there allowed little Cesco to see better, various interesting things, and to hear better the songs – as after the mention of the Eucharist Joy and its meaning, the children sang with all the attendants:

When we eat this Bread and drink this Cup,
we proclaim your Death, O Lord, until you come again.


Giuseppe was the one taking the chalice and the paten with the host and, raising both, he said the Eucharistic prayer for children. The children sang:

Save us, Savior of the world,
for by your Cross and Resurrection you have set us free.


Agustin gave everything at hand to Giuseppe, for getting ready for the Holy Communion. When the prayer started, little Cesco wanted to leave Agustin's side and, afraid that he'd wonder in inappropriate places, disturbing the Mass, he took the boy in his arms. There, Cesco was content to examine better the deacon's <a href='https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stole_(vestment)' rel='nofollow noopener' target='_blank'>stole and maniple</a> while the priests were praying:

"Father, because you love us, you invite us to come to your table. Fill us with the joy of the Holy Spirit as we receive the body and blood of your Son. Lord, you never forget any of your children. We ask you to take care of those we love, especially those for whom we now pray and we pray for those who have died. Remember everyone who is suffering from pain or sorrow. Remember Christians everywhere and all other people in the world. We are filled with wonder and praise when we see what you do for us through Jesus your Son, and so we sing: Through him and with him, and in him, O God almighty Father, in the unity of the Holy Spirit, all glory and honor is yours, for ever and ever."

The children approached the priests. Little Antonio Caligiano was the one to say "Pater Noster" and a girl, Maria Petris, was chosen to say the "Creed". Agustin followed them, smiling as they said them without failing. Only he knew how many times they had repeated everything&#8230; His arms ached a little, as the four years old was rather heavy, but he didn't dare to let him down, fearing the consequences of having an energetic and curious little child run around the church.

When his eyes met again Michela's, he noticed that she was looking at him, with a sad little smile, and he thought he guessed its meaning. He agreed with her&#8230; Just that his life was here, in the conditions to be accepted. And he was to be surrounded his whole life of innocent little cherubs curious to discover God's world and words.

Giuseppe proclaimed the peace of Lord with them always, asking for the sign of peace, and the consecrated bread was broken. The children sang with the whole congregation:

"Lamb of God, you take away the sins of the world, have mercy on us.
Lamb of God, you take away the sins of the world, grant us peace."


Children received their Holy Communion first, then the other worshippers were invited to receive Communion too, the candles being blessed and lighted for this purpose. Agustin now was a few steps back, leaving the children the first place. His role had ended for now &#8211; except the role of keeping little Cesco out of trouble.

"May sharing at the heavenly table sanctify us, Lord, we pray, so that through the Body and Blood of Christ the whole family of believers may be bound together, through Christ our Lord," Giuseppe prayed after everybody received the Holy Communion.

After a short intervention about Christian duties, meant for the children, and a solemn blessing, the Mass ended. Finally, Agustin could leave the boy free &#8211; but not before entrusting him to his older brother's care and congratulate Antonio for his achievements.

Now it was time for him to talk to Michela and to the master glassmaker, to whom he wanted to order more candle holders for Easter.

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#12
Michela was sitting on her place in the pews, following the Mass as was expected of her. Both of her favorite priests were here, and she amused herself with trying to catch their gazes with her own and holding them for as long as she possibly could. She wondered if she could still make them blush, like she had managed by the start of the year…. But it would be too unkind to keep tormenting them like this, so she wouldn’t go on teasing them forever.

But a little smile to old friends must be allowed?

How could she catch their gaze and make them both believe she was looking at exactly them? She tried an experiment, focusing her gaze on a point between them - then she smiled her most radiant smile.

The children were adorable, and Michela watched them with a soft gaze and something sad in her eyes. Her former life as a Courtesan had cut her off from all chances of having a husband and children on her own.

Her eyes rested on Agustin for a brief moment. Sweet, wonderful Agustin who had offered her marriage and wrecked her conscience with feelings of guilt. She could not bring herself to let him end his career as a Priest to be with her. He had worked for this all his life - and she could see how well he did as a priest.

She could also see how well he did with the children, and she could not help but wonder how well he would do as a father if she had accepted his offer of marriage. But then again - it was a big sacrifice for him to make - and an even greater for her to accept. It could not happen. But she could love him from a distance - in her own way - and rejoice with him for every promotion he would achieve in his Clerical career.

It warmed her heart to see how he held the little four-year old in his arms. Yes, he would be a wonderful father indeed - if God had granted him a child. Meeting his gaze she saw the sadness in his gaze too - and she knew he agreed with her. It was indeed a pity that Priests could not have children with the women they loved if they wanted a career in the Church.

When the service was over Michela rose from the pews, hoping to have a word with the priests. She was distracted, however. On the pews in front of hers the family from where the little 4 year old had escaped moved from their places to catch the little runaway.

The 7 year old and the 4 year old were soon reunited with their proud parents, but the baby got squished in all the hugging and kisses and started crying. The mother of the child tried to calm down the baby, but the baby had enough of being indoors and bawled of all its might.

Michela stepped forward, a polite smile on her face as she looked at the mother. “May I…?”

The tired mother with two more children begging for her attention placed the baby in Michela’s arms, and Michela started cradling the little one in her arms while she started singing for it in a soft voice. It was a lullaby Carlotta Cellini had sung for Michela before bedtime when Michela grew up. Now she hoped that the lullaby would calm the little one.

What Michela had not taken into consideration was how well the church carried the beautiful sound of her voice. Even if she was singing quietly to the child, her voice could even be heard by those who stood further away….

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#13

Of course Michela's gaze was enough to make Agustin blush, or lose the next line for a few seconds. His feelings for her were too fresh and as ravaging as any first love had ever been in the humanity history. He had chosen a path on which love had to pass through fire and be purified of everything potentially sinful. This, he had succeeded, or almost, since the resolution was still new, lasting for about one week. The struggle was definitely not over, and it would take lots of prayers and hard work to keep his feelings the way they should be, not interferring with his worthiness for the habit he was taking. Her smiles, however, were encouraging, and soothing his emotions due to the children's public performance. Michela believed in him – so he shouldn't doubt himself anymore…

The turn of events showed that indeed, his children had learnt well his teachings, even if a bit of indiscipline was to be expected at such young age. And he would have in his life more children to teach, guide and rejoice of their antics than any earthly parent would (with the added bonus of giving them back when they got a tantrum). There were only fleeting, vague regrets that it had to be this way, exactly how Michela's sad gaze and little smile confirmed.

Once the religious service was over, there were two people in this church Agustin wanted to talk to: the master glassmaker and Michela. While he was making his way to Michela, to kindly ask her to wait a little for him, he saw her with a toddler in her arms, little Tonio's sister who had started crying before. Once the little girl got in Michela's arms and she started singing to her, she suddenly stopped crying. Agustin was looking at her in awe, as if her beloved had suddenly sprouted Madonna's aura, this well the angelic baby in her arms suited her, and her gaze was full of love towards the baby.

Michela's voice was amplified by the resonance of the church, no matter how soft-sounded her lullaby was. Agustin heard it, filling his heart and mind with it. On one side, the sounds made him imagine an angel singing in the church choir, or maybe directly in Heavens. On the other side, a mother putting a fussy child to sleep – and this revelation made him understand more than he would have wanted to. God had a reason to bring this image to him, together with the Madonna one. This would help in the sublimation of his love for her. He wanted her happy, first and foremost, and a woman's happiness and fulfilment was in her family. For this, his words in the next letter should be formulated in a different way, setting her path free.

How were the words of the Gospel, in the Book of Proverbs? "A Woman of Valor, who can find? She is more precious than corals. Her husband places his trust in her and profits only thereby. She brings him good, not harm, all the days of her life. She seeks out wool and flax and cheerfully does the work of her hands. She is like the trading ships, bringing food from afar. She gets up while it is still night to provide food for her household, and a fair share for her staff. She considers a field and purchases it, and plants a vineyard with the fruit of her labors. She invests herself with strength and makes her arms powerful. She senses that her trade is profitable; her light does not go out at night. … Her children rise up and make her happy…"

Before meeting Michela, he saw Lorenz. He offered him a sign of peace, then he said:

"You had the opportunity to see your marvellous candle holders at work. I have kept for you one of the blessed candles today, here it is," he offered one, while the other was kept for Michela. "And I would like to order you a couple of dozens more for Easter. Can you do them?"

As Michela came near, she received the sign of peace as well, and an introduction:

"Michela, please allow me to introduce to you a very good master glassmaker from Murano. If you ever are in need of some glasswork, please go visit his workshop and choose from the pieces he has there."

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#14
The church around him emptied slowly when the mass had finished, the crowd inching their way to the exits. Lore sat on his pew, for long moments after the church had half emptied, captured still by the soft, but angelic sounding lullaby ringing through these ancient halls. Someone indeed had a god-given talent for song and briefly he wondered whether the voice might belong to someone who had been trained under some of the greats at the Ospidale. Vivaldi for example.

By the time the song stopped, the church was even emptier and Lore finally pushed himself up. He had sat, eyes closed that now he could not tell whom it may have been that could have sung like that. By the time Agustin had reached him, the woman with the toddler were the last ones around.

"Brother Agustin" he inclined his head in greeting as well as thanks for the sign of peace and once more when he took the candle. "Thank you - you decorated the church well, and I am glad to see the candle holders put forth to such beautiful display and use." He beamed, and there was warmth in his eyes "Forgive the sin, but I am a bit proud. My apprentices did some of the work and they did well."

He thoughtfully tilted his head and tucked a stray curl of black hair from his eyes when Agustin spoke of ordering more. "Easter is do-able, yes. Of the same style as these, or - given they will be for Easter - of a different make? More elaborate? Less?"

Their conversation had brought them into a few steps of walk - Lore had barely noticed, but they soon found themselves before Michela and Agustin introduced him. Lore inclined his head deeply to the woman, reached for her hand and if she'd allow the greeting, bow over it respectfully. Knowing his craft-man's station he knew not to raise himself up and presume he was allowed to kiss the back of her hand and his touch was soft and light for her to pull back and end the greeting on her terms at any time.

Straightening, he assured her "It is a pleasure to meet you, Signora Michela. Lorenz de Masi - and it would be an honor to welcome you on Murano." He was textbook politeness; it seemed to come natural to him and his eyes were open and soft when he spoke in his silken, soft voice with barely a deep edge to it.

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#15
Michela was secretly pleased to find that her gaze could still make Agustin blush, so of course she made sure her gaze rested on him for as long as she possibly could. Here in the Church nobody would blame her for staring at the Priest during the mass - after all she could claim she was just paying attention to the Mass. And if her shawl should “accidentally” happen to glide down enough for him to get a good view to her cleavage when he was standing by the pulpit, it was purely coincidental….

He had been such a good priest and did so well with the children, so she felt he deserved a little reward for the hard work he put in. She knew he had it in him to become something great. A bishop, a cardinal - and why not a Pope? He had one of the purest hearts she had seen in a man.

The parents of the crying child looked relieved when Michela helped soothing the little one, and the mother turned to her with a grateful smile once her two other children had been caught into their arms and were safe with their parents once more. “You have a godsent talent for singing, Signorina,” the mother said. “Are you singing in the church choir?”

Michela smiled and returned the child to the arms of the father now that the crying had stopped. “No, Signora, I am not,” she smiled. “But I thank you. I have been trained by a student of Maestro Vivaldi.”

“You should speak to the priest about singing in the choir, Signorina - your voice is good enough to call the attention of the community.” Julietta Caligiano smiled and gathered her family, making sure nobody were left behind, and with a polite nod to the others she left with her family.

Only after the family had left, Michela realized that her singing for the child had been heard, not only by the child’s family, but also by the Priest and a young man standing near him. She blushed and bowed her head in greeting towards the two men as she made her way towards them. She smiled and gently accepted one of the blessed candles as she was introduced to the young man Agustin was speaking to. He was a glassmaker from Murano - and Michela had always been fond of the artistic made glasses and other pieces at the factory.

The man bowed his head deeply, reaching for her hand, and she allowed him to take it while she herself greeted him with a light bow of her head. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Maestro Lorenz de Masi,” she smiled. “I have already admired the beautiful candle holders here at the Church. You may see me around your shop to search for glasses and other things I could need for my household. One can not surround oneself with enough beauty, do you think? It is relieving for the soul…”

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#16
Master de Massi thanked him and he admitted he was proud of his work.

"I see nothing wrong with the pride of a well done job, as long as you thank God for His help too, because nothing can be done without His help," Agustin replied.

He further asked about the order for Easter.

"You are proud of your work, and so am I. They are for Easter, so it is better if they are a bit different. How different and how elaborate, I am leaving at your artistic choice," he smiled. "As long as you are sticking within the agreed budget, the details are up to you."

The master glassmaker couldn't find a more advantageous deal. Besides, Agustin was going to tell, to anyone asking, who had made those beauties and where he could be found in Murano. In the same direction of thoughts, he was glad to have the opportunity to introduce Master de Massi to Michela. He was a good craftsman, and Michela's parents must be wealthy enough to afford some luxury items, he thought. His thinking was reinforced by her compliments about the candleholders.

"Indeed, beauty is relieving for the soul," he confirmed. "Beauty in things, in fragrances, in music&#8230; Your voice is wonderful, Michela," he told her. "I didn&#8217;t know how angelic it can sound. You should be singing in a church choir, for the glory of God. And you looked like one of the Madonnas with the baby in your arms."

Everything he said was true. And more &#8211; but that more would be the subject of another letter, for another day. For now, he had to give her <a href='http://mementomori1792.jcink.net/index. ... ost&p=7475' rel='nofollow noopener' target='_blank'>the one</a> he had written a couple of days ago. He searched in his pockets until he found what he was looking for:

"Take this too," he told her simply, giving her the folded letter, without telling her anything else about it.

She'd know more only when she'd read it. Maybe it had been difficult to find just because his hand was trembling a little... because he knew well where it had been put and there was nothing else in that pocket.

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#17

The church had emptied fully now, leaving the glass blower in quiet conversation with the priest, and the woman. He could not help noticing, by the way that Michela and Agustin spoke with one another, that there was a certain familiarity between them. Family, maybe?
"We do all sorts of things for household, practical as well as decoration. I'd be delighted to welcome you at the shop. It is easy to find, too. There is only one de Masi glassblower after all."[/b] He said with an inviting, warm smile. "And I cannot help but agreeing with Fra Agustin here, signorina. Your voice is indeed divine." He added to the deacon's compliments.

"I see nothing wrong with the pride of a well done job, as long as you thank God for His help too, because nothing can be done without His help," Agustin had replied to Lore and he now nodded. "Of course" he confirmed, slightly noncommittally.

His lips curled in thought, and whenever he was in contemplation, his hand raked through his curls before he nodded. "For today, the candleholders were white, and clear, and pure. For easter, I think I want them in the colours of Life - full of joy and radiation. Would you agree?" He offered his thoughts on the candle holders for Easter.

When Agusting turned his attention to Michela, to obviously exchange word with her, and ... a letter? which clearly was not for Lore's ears and eyes, he turned away from the two, his attention straying over the church once more. He took in the architecture, the way the light shone through the windows, the way the candles were held by their holders.
In his inner eye, he already began picturing the Easter Order and nodding to himself, knowing what to do. It was going to be a tall order, on top of what he had agreed to do for Thurenza, but he knew it was do-able.
Tight, but doable.

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#18
Michela would have laughed if she knew that the Priest thought of her as a young lady of noble family or with wealthy family. It was true she was a wealthy woman now, but her wealth came from smart investments in safe business - and she did not go around and boast about her financial success because she knew how threatened men would feel by women with wealth. Her income had come from the presents she had received from her work as a Cortigiana Onesta.

This, of course, was a fact she had never told the Priest. Besides, at this point it did not matter. She no longer worked as a Courtesan. She was now the Mistress of the French Vicomte named Lucien de Tournay. The former courtesan tossed her head back and laughed heartily when the Priest told her that she should sing in a church choir for the glory of God, her eyes filling with tears of mirth.

“Oh Dio mio,” she laughed when she could talk again. “You are too kind, Father - but I do not belong in a Church choir. I thank you for the compliments though…”

She listened when Maestro de Masi spoke of the things they did for household and decoration, taking notice of every detail.

“I will be thrilled to visit your shop and trade with you,” she smiled. “I hope you can deliver if I give you my address.” She chuckled with laughter when also he complimented her voice, a light blush in her cheeks. She had meant to sing only for the baby. “Oh, thank you, Maestro, you are too kind… I do not perform so often these days...”

When de Masi spoke of colours of Life for Easter, she nodded in agreement. “I agree,” she said. “But it is not for me to decide. Easter has for me always been a celebration of Spring and life returning to Earth.”

Searching his pocket, Father Agustin gave her a folded letter, without telling her anything else about it. “Thank you Father,” she said, placing it in her purse. “You are very kind. I should be returning home…. before they wonder where I am…”

She wondered if Maestro de Masi had seen the letter Agustin offered her, and in that case what he thought of it. But there was nothing she could do with this now.
She offered the Priest and Maestro de Masi a deep curtsy, then she gracefully moved towards the church doors and disappeared in the crowd outside the Church.

(Exit Michela)

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#19
Again the beautiful marble dome resonated with prayers spoken, and the soft hymns the children sung - their voices precious and young - until the end of mass. The young philosophers had shown how absorbent they were, and how blessed with their teacher at hand.

Giuseppe had to smile at the boy whose call for “Papa” could be heard all over the church. In just a moment’s inattention the curious child had escaped his family’s guardianship, targeting Agustin without a second thought. Of course the boy would not yet understand why his innocent proclamation would have the effect it had upon the grown-ups around him.
Bless him and his little heart, the priest genuinely desired.

Perhaps inattention was not entirely the correct term for when such a lubricous little body were able to slide from his mother’s arms. A restless child tended often to be skillfully evasive, beyond the rest of humanity.

Still, he sent his old friend a teasing glance before he was able to make it through to the group - having weaved through the crowd with-and-without pause to address the various parties wanting a moment before they as well left through the open doors. In the distance a mellow voice lead him through the multitudes, only to vanish alongside them before he could fully appreciate its splendor, And without even guessing there was a possible connection, he still noted Michela’s absence as though an open wound; unseen perhaps by the naked eye, but able nonetheless to raise a brow, given her obvious affection for Agustin.

“The children did wonderfully” he made known his presence, offering as well an amiable greeting toward the glass-blower. “My apologies should I have disrupted a private conversation, however," he added on with a repentant expression.
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Giuseppe’s previous teasing glances had passed unnoticed, since Agustin was too busy with everything about the First Communion Mass – the young boy who showed so much interest in God’s work included. Yes, he was heavy – but also sweet and affectionate in his own way. And Agustin had always needed more affection and appreciation than he had ever got.

Agustin was pleased to see that his idea of introducing Michela to the master glassmaker seemed to be mutually profitable. He smiled when the master glassmaker complimented Michela’s voice, and somehow regretting when she said that she didn’t belong to a Church choir. Her next words puzzled him a little, but there was time to ask her another time what she had meant when she had said that she didn’t perform so often these days. Was she an opera singer? For now, the candleholders were the main subject of the moment.

Master de Massi had said his opinion, and promptly Michela agreed with him. Agustin confirmed their choice:

”Easter eggs are red too, so I agree with your choice. Life, joy and radiation. And I know that if someone can achieve it, you are that one.”

As Michela said it was not up to her to decide, he replied:

”It is up to you to give an opinion, and to me to agree on it. Indeed, once with the spring, Christ resuscitated returns among us with His blessings. Everybody is in the same hivemind.”

Michela hurried to leave, while he remained to discuss the details of the order. Giuseppe joined them soon, with a compliment about the children.

”You have interrupted no private conversation, Giuseppe. It was about the candleholders I have just ordered for Easter to Master de Massi, the best glassmaker in all Murano. He had made all the candleholders you have seen today in the church. Maestro, please meet Padre Giuseppe Alessandri,” he made the presentation. ”And thank you for your compliment, Giuseppe. When I saw that one replied unanswered, one gave just half of a reply and so, I was afraid the Father Superior would get angry on them and on me equally. But yes, thanks God everything went well.”

God and Virgin Mary had mercy of him not to allow any disaster. He was now getting a new contract for the church, and he had been lucky not only to see Michela and to give her his letter, but also to hear her angelic voice.How not to consider it a wonderful day?

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