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Updated: June 12, 2025
"Better not, my boy Better not! When she gets into a brush, it is a lost brush, Zarato bewitched forever! Look there and there and there!" His rapid hand flashed at the canvases. The young man's eyes followed the gesture. "The result is not so bad," he said gravely. Titian laughed back. "Not so bad!..." He studied them a minute.
Giorgione's eye ran lovingly along the front. "To-morrow," he said, "we begin the last frescos. You, Titian, on the big façade to the south, and Zarato and I " He laid his hand affectionately on the arm of the young man at his side, "Zarato and I on the inner court." The youth started and looked up. His eyes studied the massive walls, with the low, arching porticos and long unbroken lines.
He seated himself humbly, his eyes studying hers. She smiled lazily and unfurled her fan, covering her face except the eyes. They regarded him over the fringe of feathers. "Where have you been?" she demanded. "With Titian." "Giorgione wanted you. He did scold so !" She laughed musically. Zarato nodded. "I go to him to-morrow." "Has Titian finished?" "For the present He will lay it away."
"I must go now." He looked awkwardly at his friend and got to his feet. "Zarato," said Titian sternly. "Where is she?" He shook his head. "I don't know," slowly. "You don't know! She has left home " "But not with me." The two men stood staring at each other. There was a sound of steps in the hall and the door swung open.
"I will remember," said Giorgione soberly. The next moment he had disappeared in the maze of buildings. Titian, looking after him, shook his head slowly. He turned and gathered up some tools from a bench near by.... The look in his friend's eyes haunted him. It still haunted him as he laid out brushes and colors in his studio for the appointed sitting with Zarato.
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