Knights of the Art; stories of the Italian painters by Amy Steedman
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a famous astronomer, but he cared not at all for
honour or fame, but lived a simple quiet life by himself and would not mix with the gay world. Few visitors ever came to see him, for it was known that he would receive no one, and so it was a great surprise to old Toscanelli when one night a gentle knock sounded at his door, and a boy walked quietly in and stood before him. Hastily the old man looked up, and his first thought was to ask the child how he dared enter without leave, and then ask him to be gone, but as he looked at the fair face he felt the charm of the curious smile, and the light in the blue eyes, and instead he laid his hand upon the boy's golden head and said: `What dost thou seek, my son?' `I would learn all that thou canst teach me,' said Leonardo, for it was he. The old man smiled. `Behold the boundless self-confidence of youth!' he said. But as they talked together, and the boy asked his many eager questions, a great wonder awoke in the astronomer's mind, and his eyes shone with interest. This child-mind held depths of understanding such |
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