Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern — Volume 08
Religion
Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern — Volume 08
Literature -- Collections
After scaling the roof, I took one end of my linen roll and attached
it to a piece of antique tile which was built into the fortress wall;
it happened to jut out scarcely four fingers. In order to fix the
band, I gave it the form of a stirrup. When I had attached it to that
piece of tile, I turned to God and said: "Lord God, give aid to my
good cause; you know that it is good; you see that I am aiding
myself." Then I let myself go gently by degrees, supporting myself
with the sinews of my arms, until I touched the ground. There was no
moonshine, but the light of a fair open heaven. When I stood upon my
feet on solid earth, I looked up at the vast height which I had
descended with such spirit; and went gladly away, thinking I was free.
But this was not the case; for the castellan on the side of the
fortress had built two lofty walls, the space between which he used
for stable and hen-yard; the place was barred with thick iron bolts
outside. I was terribly disgusted to find there was no exit from this
trap; but while I paced up and down debating what to do, I stumbled on
a long pole which was covered up with straw. Not without great
trouble, I succeeded in placing it against the wall, and then swarmed
up it by the force of my arms until I reached the top. But since the
wall ended in a sharp ridge, I had not strength enough to drag the
pole up after me. Accordingly I made my mind up to use a portion of
the second roll of linen which I had there; the other was left hanging
from the keep of the castle. So I cut a piece off, tied it to the
pole, and clambered down the wall, enduring the utmost toil and
fatigue. I was quite exhausted, and moreover had flayed the inside of
my hands, which bled freely. This compelled me to rest awhile, and I
bathed my hands in my own urine.
When I thought that my strength was recovered, I advanced quickly
toward the last rampart, which faces toward Prato. There I put my
bundle of linen lines down upon the ground, meaning to fasten them
round a battlement, and descend the lesser as I had the greater
height. But no sooner had I placed the linen than I became aware
behind me of a sentinel, who was going the rounds. Seeing my designs
interrupted and my life in peril, I resolved to face the guard. This
fellow, when he noticed my bold front, and that I was marching on him
with weapon in hand, quickened his pace and gave me a wide berth. I
had left my lines some little way behind, so I turned with hasty steps
to regain them; and though I came within sight of another sentinel, he
seemed as though he did not choose to take notice of me. Having found
my lines and attached them to the battlement, I let myself go. On the
descent, whether it was that I thought I had really come to earth and
relaxed my grasp to jump, or whether my hands were so tired that they
could not keep their hold, at any rate I fell, struck my head in
falling, and lay stunned for more than an hour and a half, so far as I
could judge.
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