To return to our trooper, breathing his horse and probably smacking
his lips over the prospect of the cheer with which his blood-spotted
loot would provide him for the next month or so. Looking around in the
early dusk, he noticed a boy working desultorily in the fields, and,
while his horse rested, he studied him. There was something in the way
in which he carried his head, and the set of his chin and jaw, which
sounded a sympathetic echo in the trooper’s breast. This was no common
peasant, he told himself, and called out to the boy to come over and
speak to him. Nothing loath, the youth obeyed, and the upshot of this
conversation was that the boy elected to take the trooper’s advice and
follow him.
The trooper, one imagines, must have been in the service of Facino
Cane, a grizzled, deaf old soldier with a high reputation, as
reputations went in those days, and it did not take the new recruit
long to show his worth. Even when he was still young, Cane seems to
have recognized in him an equal if not a superior, and refused flatly
to promote him, swearing that if he was given one step he would take
all the rest for himself.
Francesco Borsone, better known as Carmagnola, retired into himself,
and bided his time. Cane was great, and with Cane there was always
profitable employment in plenty. So he decided to remain where he
was; but if Facino Cane continued to behave as he had been doing of
late, it was not likely that he would last for very long, and in the
happy and quite possible event of his being assassinated before long
Carmagnola would take his place. There would be no one, he felt sure,
who would wish to oppose him, and if there were, he thought he knew how
to overcome their opposition. Cane had a splendid force under him—and
they would need a leader, to be of any use to themselves. They would
choose him for themselves. One can almost hear him saying to himself,
as he leaves the chief’s presence and looks back at the door, “Eh!
chì va piano va sano—chì va sano va lontano!” (“Who goes slowly goes
safely—who goes safely goes far!”)
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