“You came back before...twice,” she reminded him.
“Third time’s the charm,” he called back without turning.
“But what if I really need you?”
“I’ll know.”
“How will you know.”
“I’ll know.”
He was still walking and the light was fading. He was rounding the corner of the path down the hill, heading toward the tomb of the medieval lovers, Abelard and Heloise. Soon he would be out of sight. She searched for something to say that would stop him.
“Harding!”
He turned around slowly, like an actor who has already made his curtain call and wants to get off stage. He looked at her and waited.
“What did Leonardo do with all the birds?” she called down to him.
“He set them free!” his voice rang out.
Then he faced the road once again and walked down the narrow lane in the waning light, while she watched him, watched him until memory alone held his image: a vanishing man in a vanishing city...in a soon-to-be vanishing world.
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