"Thanks to this medicine and nourishment, the disease did
not make headway, and the apoplectic attacks ceased; but I
remained crippled in the right leg, deaf in the right ear,
paralysed in the left cheek and the sight of my right eye
was almost lost. In addition to all this I was a prey to
violent pains in the head and constant buzzing.
"It was an odd spectacle that I was called upon to witness,
a struggle taking place in myself between a strong
constitution and powers bent obstinately on my destruction.
"We had now been nearly fifteen months prisoners at Taranto,
and were of sufficient importance to be talked of about
the town. The authorities began to shrink at the thought
of the scandal our death would raise. All their attempts
at poisoning had leaked out in the town, and the patriots
loudly denounced the shameful treatment to which I had been
subjected. It was therefore decided between the marquis de
la Squiave and the agents of the King of Naples at Taranto
to transfer us to the maritime castle of Brindisi. This
extraordinary arrangement was carefully hidden from us; but
in spite of the strictest secrecy the patriots were warned
of the move, and three or four of them made us understand,
by gestures when passing in front of our windows, that we
were to be transferred to another prison and assassinated on
the way.
"I called Manscourt to tell him the news I had gathered; but
we thought it a false rumour, and took no more notice of it.
"That very evening, towards eleven o'clock, when we were
asleep, my door was suddenly opened with a great crash,
and the marquis de la Squiave entered, accompanied by some
fifty of his hirelings, and intimated to us that we were
to set out at once for Brindisi. Immediately the warning
I had received during the day came back to my mind; and,
considering that the first part of this warning, as to
taking us away, had come true, the second, concerning our
intended assassination, might also be true, I thought we
might just as well die at once; for it would be preferable
to die resisting, to die fighting, to die in combat, than
to die slowly, hour by hour, minute by minute. I therefore
swore that I would not stir, that they must take me away by
force, for I meant to resist to the very last.
"To this reply the marquis drew his sword and approached me.
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