She turned away stately and resumed her needle as Bernardo, with a cry of thanks, ran from the room. A minute or two later he appeared before the sentry on the ramparts and flourished his token. To his surprise the man hardly glanced at it as he stepped aside to let him pass. He thought on this with some shapeless foreboding, as he leapt like a chamois down the steeps of the tower, the food, which he had snatched up, in his hands. God pity him and his awakening! There are emotions too sacred for minuting. Let it suffice that Jacopo had proved too faithful a prophylactic to superstition. The wretched monk had not been allowed to justify his own prediction by dying of starvation. In that last interval, between the Parablist’s going and coming, his throat had been cut. A minute later Bernardo leapt like a madman from the tower. His face was ashy, his hands trembling. At the foot of the curtain he stumbled over a poor patch, prostrate and moaning. ’_I am thy Fool, and I shall never make thee smile again_.’ All quivering and unstrung, he threw himself on his knees by Cicada’s side. ’Up!’ he screamed, ’up! Get you out of this Sodom ere the Lord destroy it!’ The Fool bestirred himself, raising eyes full of a sombre, eager questioning. ’I am forgiven?’ he gasped; but Bernardo only cried frenziedly, ’Up! up!’ *CHAPTER XI* There was consternation in the castello, for its angel visitant had disappeared. The evening following upon the episode of the ring saw his quarters void of him, his household retinue troubled and anxious, and some others in the palace at least as perturbed. It was not alone that the individual sense of stewardship towards so rare a possession filled each and all with forebodings as to the penalty likely to be exacted should Galeazzo return to a knowledge of his loss; the loss itself of so sweet and cleansing a personality was blighting. Now, for the first time, perhaps, people recognised the real political significance of that creed which they had been inclined hitherto merely to pet and humour as the whimsey of a very engaging little propagandist. How sweet and expansive it was! how progressive by the right blossoming road of freedom! Where was their silver-tongued guide? And they flew and buzzed, agitated like a bee-swarm that has lost its queen. But, while they scurried aimless, a rumour of the truth rose like a foul emanation, and, circulating among them, darkened men’s brows and drove women to a whispering gossip of terror. So yet another of the Duke’s inhumanities was at the root of this secession! By degrees the secret leaked out—of that living entombment, of the boy’s interference, of his bloody forestalling by the executioner, of his flight, accompanied by his Fool, from the gates. And now he was gone, whither none knew; but of a certainty leaving the curse of his outraged suit on the house he had tried to woo from wickedness.