Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern — Volume 08
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Noticing that the tumult was not subsiding, I too rose from table, and
girding on my sword--for everybody wore one then--I went to the bridge
of Sant' Agnolo, where I saw a group of several men assembled. On my
coming up and being recognized by some of them, they gave way before
me and showed me what I least of all things wished to see, albeit I
made mighty haste to view the sight. On the instant I did not know
Cecchino, since he was wearing a different suit of clothes from that
in which I had lately seen him. Accordingly he recognized me first and
said, "Dearest brother, do not be upset by my grave accident: it is
only what might be expected in my profession; get me removed from here
at once, for I have but few hours to live." They had acquainted me
with the whole event while he was speaking, in brief words befitting
such occasion. So I answered, "Brother, this is the greatest sorrow
and the greatest trial that could happen to me in the whole course of
my life. But be of good cheer; for before you lose sight of him who
did the mischief, you shall see yourself revenged by my hand." Our
words on both sides were to the purport, but of the shortest.
The guard was now about fifty paces from us; for Maffio, their
officer, had made some of them turn back to take up the corporal my
brother killed. Accordingly, I quickly traversed that short space,
wrapped in my cape, which I had tightened round me, and came up with
Maffio, whom I should most certainly have murdered; for there were
plenty of people round, and I had wound my way among them. With the
rapidity of lightning I had half drawn my sword from the sheath, when
Berlinghier Berlinghieri, a young man of the greatest daring and my
good friend, threw himself from behind upon my arms; he had four other
fellows of like kidney with him, who cried out to Maffio, "Away with
you, for this man here alone was killing you!" He asked, "Who is he?"
and they answered, "Own brother to the man you see there." Without
waiting to hear more, he made haste for Torre di Nona; and they said,
"Benvenuto, we prevented you against your will, but did it for your
good; now let us go to succor him who must die shortly." Accordingly
we turned and went back to my brother, whom I had at once conveyed
into a house. The doctors who were called in consultation treated him
with medicaments, but could not decide to amputate the leg, which
might perhaps have saved him.
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