Legends of Florence: Collected from the People, First SeriesLeland, Charles Godfrey
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Legends of Florence: Collected from the People, First Series
Leland, Charles Godfrey
Folk literature, Italian -- Italy -- Florence
“The last to perish was her grandfather, and calling her to his bedside
he said, ‘We have all died by thy hand; we who never did thee any harm;
and thou hast felt no remorse. This thou didst to gain a treasure, and
bitterly wilt thou be disappointed. Thy punishment will begin when thou
shalt learn what the thing was so long hidden: truly there was sorrow
enough therein, without the misery which thou hast added to it. That
which thou wilt find in the chamber is a skull—the skull of our earliest
ancestor, which must always be given to the care of the eldest
descendant, and I now give it to thee. And this thou must do. Go every
morning at seven o clock into the room and close the windows. Then light
four candles before the skull. In front of it there lies a great book in
which is written the history of all our family, my life and thine; and
see that thou do this with care, or woe be unto thee!’
“Therewith the old man died, and scarcely had he departed ere she called
an old woman who was allied and devoted to the family, and in a rage told
her all the secret. The old woman reproved her, saying that she would
bring punishment on herself. But, without heeding this, the lady ran to
the chamber, entered, and seeing the skull, gave it a kick and hurled it
from the window, far below.
“But a minute after she heard a rattling sound, and looking at the
window, there the skull was grinning at her. Again she threw it down,
and again it returned, and was with her wherever she went; day after day,
waking or sleeping, the skull was always before her eyes.
“At last fear came over her, and then horror, and she said to the old
woman, ‘Let us go to some place far, far away, and bury the skull.
Perhaps it will rest in its grave.’ The old woman tried to dissuade her,
and they went to a lonely spot at a great distance, and there they dug
long and deep.
“Dug till a great hole was made, and the lady standing on the edge
dropped the skull into it. Then the hole spread into a great pit, flame
rose from it—the edge crumbled away—the guilty woman fell into the fire,
and the earth closed over it all, and there was no trace left of her.
“The skull returned to the castle and to its room; people say it is there
to this day. The old woman returned too, and being the last remote
relation, entered into possession of the property.”
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