"Let me keep silent about what I have witnessed of the fate of
those living in the neighbourhood of my province, about the
cunning means by which they had sought to crush the sovereignty
and independence of the aristocracy of Friaul, about the army of
bravi, which had been sent against those who refused to comply,
and which had been relieved even from the torments of their own
conscience by numerous decrees of amnesty. How they sought to
bring disagreement into the families, to poison friendships, to
buy treason and betrayal even among those who were most closely
tied by kinship, all of this you found out even earlier than I.
"And not for long, the fact that my frivolous habits were
remembered in Venice even after I had left could protect me from
the suspicion that I also might, one day, pose a threat. When I
asked on my sister's behalf for the permission for her to marry a
noble, German gentleman, the government categorically refused to
give its consent. I and my brother were thought to be in
agreement with the Kaiser's politics, and they decided to punish
us for this.
"A complaint of the province against its governor, which I and my
brother had signed among others, provided the inquisition with the
pretext they needed to cast out their nets to catch us.
"My brother was summoned to Venice, to answer for himself. As
soon as he had arrived, he was imprisoned under the lead roofs,
and for many months, they sought, at times with threats and at
times with seductive offers, to get a confession out of him. He
had no reason to represent that one act we had committed in a more
favourable light; it had been legal. There was nothing else for
him to confess, since we had not committed any actions against the
state. Thus, he finally had to be released. But they did not
even consider to pardon him.
"I myself had asked him in a letter not to depart right away, to
avoid raising new suspicions. We would rather be willing to miss
his company for another few months. When he finally came, we were
to lose him for ever after just a few days. He fell victim to a
slow acting poison, which had been mixed into his food in one of
these illustrious houses he used to visit.
"The stone over his grave had not even been set up yet, when the
governor of the province proposed marriage to my sister. She
rejected him, feeling deeply offended by the proposal; her pain
made her utter certain words, the echos of which were then to be
heard in the courtroom of the inquisition's tribunal.
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