Rule of the Monk; Or, Rome in the Nineteenth CenturyGaribaldi, Giuseppe
History
Rule of the Monk; Or, Rome in the Nineteenth Century
Garibaldi, Giuseppe
Italian fiction -- Translations into English; Rome (Italy) -- History -- 1798-1870 -- Fiction
"Trying the key in the padlock of the chains, I found it fitted, and
while the rusty lock yielded to my hand, my heart dilated. I was at the
last chain, it fell, and I was freeing the youth's stiff limbs, when
Nanna clasped me by the arm, and timidly pointed to a light in the
direction of the wheel-door.
"I left my liberated companion, and in an instant stood at the entrance.
No sooner was I there than I perceived one of the already-mentioned
patrols, who was turning round the door, with his dark lantern in
one hand, his pistol in the other. Shrinking into as small a space as
possible, I stood back watching him. When his startled eyes were fixed
on my face, which did not look pleasant at that moment, I had already
grasped him by his right with my left hand, and my dagger was sheathed
in his body. He fell dead on the ground. You know, captain, that I am
an enemy of blood-shedding, and that I never have spilt any except in
self-defense; but in that instance there was no time for consideration.
I knew there were others following the first, and I was one alone. The
youth I had liberated showed signs of regaining power of exertion, and
my brave female companions had succeeded in separating two bars from a
torture-bedstead, and stood behind me, ready to help. The situation was
altered, yet the dead man, although I had dispatched him noiselessly,
had not expired without a cry. His companions, however, were frightened,
and effected their escape. By keeping in absolute silence we could hear
their steps in the distance. I repeat, there was no time to lose, or to
hold councils of war before deciding on our course. To leave by the way
we had entered was madness; still what other path remained? We all knew,
however, that Roman catacombs have many outlets--this instance was not
an exception.
"A look at my new companion confirmed me in my opinion that he was not
useless to us, and without uttering a word, touching his heart with
his hand, he made me understand that I could rely on him to follow me
through all dangers.
"By this time daybreak must be at hand, and, doubtless, preparations
were making in the convent to secure our capture. The likeliest
conjecture was, that there were armed men placed at every outlet.
"The addition of the rescued man was very valuable to us all. He was not
only acquainted with the subterranean path, but at a short distance he
gathered up some torches, and distributed one to each of us. This was
very useful, because my taper was almost extinguished, and the lantern
which I had taken from the dead patrol, had not sufficient oil to last
during the underground journey which was about to commence. To the right
of the spot where the young man found the torches, he pointed out to me
a light, and said, 'That opening leads to the garden of the convent, and
once passed, we are out of danger of being intercepted.
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