Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern — Volume 08
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Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern — Volume 08
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I left the hinges attached to
their door-posts at top and bottom by means of some of the same nails
that I had drawn; but I took care to cut these and replace them
lightly, so that they only just supported the irons of the hinges.
All this I performed with the greatest difficulty, because the
castellan kept dreaming every night that I had escaped, which made him
send from time to time to inspect my prison. The man who came had the
title and behavior of a catchpoll. He was called Bozza, a serving-man.
Giovanni never entered my prison without saying something offensive to
me. He came from the district of Prato, and had been an apothecary in
the town there. Every evening he minutely examined the holdfasts of
the hinges and the whole chamber, and I used to say:--"Keep a good
watch over me, for I am resolved by all means to escape."
These words bred a great enmity between him and me, so that I was
obliged to use precautions to conceal my tools; that is to say, my
pincers and a great big poniard and other appurtenances. All these I
put away together in my mattress, where I also kept the strips of
linen I had made. When day broke, I used immediately to sweep my room
out; and though I am by nature a lover of cleanliness, at that time I
kept myself unusually spick and span. After sweeping up, I made my bed
as daintily as I could, laying flowers upon it, which a Savoyard used
to bring me nearly every morning. He had the care of the cistern and
the casks, and also amused himself with carpentering; it was from him
I stole the pincers which I used in order to draw out the nails from
the holdfasts of the hinges.
Well, to return to the subject of my bed; when Bozza and Pedignone
came, I always told them to give it a wide berth, so as not to dirty
and spoil it for me. Now and then, just to irritate me, they would
touch it lightly, upon which I cried: "Ah, dirty cowards! I'll lay my
hand on one of your swords there, and will do you a mischief that will
make you wonder. Do you think you are fit to touch the bed of a man
like me? When I chastise you I shall not heed my own life, for I am
certain to take yours. Let me alone then with my troubles and my
tribulations, and don't give me more annoyance than I have already; if
not, I shall make you see what a desperate man is able to do." These
words they reported to the castellan, who gave them express orders
never to go near my bed, and when they came to me, to come without
swords; but for the rest to keep a watchful guard upon me.
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