Berstein muttered to Vivole, in a scandalized tone, that the Pope was
courting popularity. Pepato, with a note of admiration, commented on
the mad English. Word of the invitation rushed on ahead. Of the crowd
of officials, many began to arrange themselves in a certain order:
others had pressing calls elsewhere. Masters-of-ceremonies, wracking
their brains for long forgotten details, flew hither and thither with
instructions and pushes. Poor old Grani sat down in a recess; and wept
to think that there was no time to get out the white gennets annually
presented by the King of Spain. Hadrian came on slowly, chatting with
Caerleon, giving people a chance of making up their minds. When He
emerged from the colonnade in the Square of St. Peter's, the Syndic
of Rome fell into the ranks just before the Pope; and a royal escort
of the Prætorian Guard surrounded Him. Hadrian stopped; and beckoned
Prince Pilastro.
"Sir Syndic, are We free?" He mewed.
"But free, Holy Father."
"Let your soldiers precede and not surround Us; and let no one come
within ten paces of Us. We go by Via Giulia and Monte Celio."
The squadron moved to the head of the line. The Pope took His train
from the Bishop: threw it over His left arm: and came-on alone. Acting
as though the ideal were real, He made it real. If Jews and Freemasons
would slay Him, well and good: it was part of the day's work, no doubt.
He was by no means anxious to be martyred; and He sincerely hoped that,
if it should come to Him, it would not be very painful or distorting.
But, as it was His Own affair, a piece of the part He was fulfilling,
He displayed Himself alone. Ten paces before Him went Prince Pilastro,
looking back from time to time. Ten paces behind Him came the bishop,
ruddy and strong in white and purple, wondering. The vermilion nine
followed in a compact phalanx, very venerable and grand; and, after a
great deal of bustle and noise, seventeen other cardinals added their
magnificence. A motley of patriarchs, archbishops, bishops, prelates,
and pontifical guards closed the rear.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account