Not without demur from Bannadonna, the chief magistrate of the town, with
an associate,—both elderly men,—followed what seemed the image up the
tower. But, arrived at the belfry, they had little recompense. Plausibly
intrenching himself behind the conceded mysteries of his art, the
mechanician withheld present explanation. The magistrates glanced toward
the cloaked object, which, to their surprise, seemed now to have changed
its attitude, or else had before been more perplexingly concealed by the
violent muffling action of the wind without. It seemed now seated upon
some sort of frame or chair contained within the domino. They observed
that nigh the top, in a sort of square, the web of the cloth, either
from accident or from design, had its warp partly withdrawn, and the
cross-threads plucked out here and there, so as to form a sort of woven
grating. Whether it were the low wind or no, stealing through the stone
lattice-work, or only their own perturbed imaginations, is uncertain, but
they thought they discerned a slight sort of fitful, spring-like motion,
in the domino. Nothing, however incidental or insignificant, escaped
their uneasy eyes. Among other things, they pried out, in a corner, an
earthen cup, partly corroded and partly incrusted, and one whispered to
the other that this cup was just such a one as might, in mockery, be
offered to the lips of some brazen statue, or, perhaps, still worse.
But, being questioned, the mechanician said that the cup was simply used
in his founder’s business, and described the purpose; in short, a cup to
test the condition of metals in fusion. He added that it had got into the
belfry by the merest chance.
Again and again they gazed at the domino, as at some suspicious incognito
at a Venetian mask. All sorts of vague apprehensions stirred them. They
even dreaded lest, when they should descend, the mechanician, though
without a flesh-and-blood companion, for all that, would not be left
alone.
Affecting some merriment at their disquietude, he begged to relieve them,
by extending a coarse sheet of workman’s canvas between them and the
object.
Meantime he sought to interest them in his other work; nor, now that the
domino was out of sight, did they long remain insensible to the artistic
wonders lying round them; wonders hitherto beheld but in their unfinished
state; because, since hoisting the bells, none but the caster had entered
within the belfry. It was one trait of his that, even in details, he
would not let another do what he could, without too great loss of time,
accomplish for himself. So, for several preceding weeks, whatever hours
were unemployed in his secret design, had been devoted to elaborating the
figures on the bells.
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