- "I'm not going to be a monk, you can seduce
me", I said to her while getting up immediately to offer her a seat.
- "Really? So, you know all that you are, you
control all that you'll do tomorrow, and you have a complete awareness of
where, with whom and why you are, my wise lord?" she asked smiling in a
way that made her even more beautiful.
- "All these, no, or rather partly", I
answered, "but do you, maybe, know all these things for you or for
me?"
- "Me, yes, of course", she answered soberly
arranging her hair by a move.
- "How do you explain your arrogance?" I
asked passing her the menu.
- "I know them, because I am an angel. Don't you
agree?" she said folding her leaps while he read. "Angels have the
passion of knowing everything and interfering with everything. At least this
is what people say".
- "Hm! Tell me your name, then, angel".
- "Michaela. And I'd like to taste spring rolls of
shrimps and Peking duck".
I looked at her in an involuntary tension and wonder.
I made a sign to the waiter while asking her:
- "Michaela, what is the meaning of the sheath
that they gave me? Who left it for me? I don't know of anyone that rich to
give such a gift, neither of anyone who'd give it to me so carelessly. But
is it carelessness? Is it a gift? Is it a warning? You understood first that
it was about a sword sheath. What do you know about it? I beg you to tell
me".
