Bellarion the Fortunate : $b a romance — John Shaqi
Bellarion the Fortunate : $b a romanceSabatini, Rafael
History
Bellarion the Fortunate : $b a romance
Sabatini, Rafael
Italy -- History -- 1268-1492 -- Fiction
Readily enough he allowed himself to be conducted within the single
circular chamber of the marble pavilion, where Madonna Dionara, her
lady, awaited. The place was faintly lighted by a lantern placed on a
marble table. It contained besides this some chairs that were swathed in
coarse sheets, and a long wooden coffer, carved and painted, in shape
and size like a sarcophagus, from which another such sheet had just been
swept. The three open spaces, between twin pillars facing towards the
palace, were now closed by leather curtains. The circular marble floor
was laid out as a dial, with the hours in Roman figures of carved brass
sunk into the polished surface, a matter this which puzzled him. He was
not to guess that this marble pavilion was a copy in miniature of a
Roman temple of Apollo, and that in the centre of the domed roof there
was a circular opening for the sun, through which its rays so entered
that as the day progressed a time-telling shadow moved across the hours
figured in their circle on the floor.
Overhead there was a confusion of poles and scaffolding and trailing
dust-sheets, and in a corner an array of pails and buckets, and all the
litter of suspended painters' work. Dimly, on one of the walls, he could
make out a fresco that was half painted, the other half in charcoal
outline.
On the table, which was swathed like all the other furnishings, the
lantern revealed a bundle of red garments lately loosed from a confining
cloak of black. Into these he was bidden to change at once. Red, he was
told, had been deliberately chosen because all that the captain seemed
to know of him was that he had been dressed in green. So that not merely
would his protectress render him dry and warm again; she would disguise
him. The ladies meanwhile would keep watch in the garden immediately
below. They had brought a lute. If one of them should sing to it, this
would mean that she sounded the alarm, and he must hide in the coffer,
taking with him everything that might betray his presence, including the
lantern which he must extinguish. Flint and steel and tinder had not
been forgotten, so that light might be rekindled when the danger was
overpast. Her highness raised the lid of the coffer to reveal to him the
mechanism of the snap lock. This was released, of course, by the key,
which should then be withdrawn. Provided he did this, once he allowed
the lid to close upon him, none would be able to open it from the
outside; whilst from the inside it was an easy matter, even in the dark,
to release the catch. Meanwhile the keyhole would provide him with
sufficient air and at the same time permit him to judge by sounds of
what was happening. The wet garments he removed were to be made into a
bundle and dropped into the coffer, whence they would afterwards be
taken and destroyed. Finally he was given ten minutes in which to make
the change.
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