Brothers -- Fiction; Corsica (France) -- Fiction; French fiction -- Translations into English; Twins -- Fiction; Vendetta -- Fiction
"Yes, and nevertheless, even here, between my mother and myself, in
the face of four hundred years of reminiscences of this old fortified
mansion, the French spirit has come to seek out my brother--has
carried him away to Paris, when he will return to us a lawyer. He will
live in Ajaccio instead of dwelling in his ancestral home. He will
plead--if he possess the talent--he may be nominated _procureur du
roi_ perhaps; then he will pursue the poor devils who have 'taken a
skin,' as they say here. He will confound the assassin with the
avenger--as you yourself have done already. He will demand, in the
name of the law, the heads of those who had done what their fathers
would have considered themselves dishonoured _not_ to have done. He
will substitute the judgment of men for the justice of God; and in the
evening, when he shall have claimed a head for the scaffold, he will
believe that he has performed his duty, and has brought his stone as a
tribute to the temple of Civilization, as our préfect says. Oh! mon
Dieu! mon Dieu!"
The young man raised his eyes to heaven, as Hannibal is reported to
have done after the battle of Zama.
"But," I replied, "you must confess that it is the will of God to
equalize these things, since in making your brother a proselyte of the
new order He has kept you here as a representative of the old manners
and customs."
"Yes; but what is there to prove that my brother will not follow the
example of his uncle instead of following mine? And even I myself may
be about to do something unworthy of a de Franchi."
"You!" I exclaimed, with astonishment.
"Yes, I. Do you wish me to tell you why you have come into this
province of Sartène?" [See "Transcriber's Note."]
"Yes, tell me."
"You have come here to satisfy your curiosity as a man of the world,
an artist, or a poet. I do not know what you are, nor do I ask; you
can tell us when you leave, if you wish; if not, you need not inform
us; you are perfectly free to do as you like. Well, you have come in
the hope of seeing some village Vendetta, of being introduced to some
original bandit, such as Mr. Merimée has described in 'Columba.'"
"Well, it appears to me that I have not made such a bad choice, for if
my eyes do not deceive me, your house is the only one in the village
that is not fortified."
"That only proves I have degenerated, as I have said. My father, my
grandfather, and my ancestors for many generations have always taken
one side or the other in the disputes which in the last ten years have
divided the village. And do you know what I have become in the midst
of musket shots and stabs? Well, I am the arbitrator. You have come
into the province of Sartène to see bandits; is not that the fact? So
come with me this evening and I will show you one."
"What! will you really allow me to go with you this evening?"
"Certainly, if it will amuse you. It entirely depends upon yourself."
"I accept, then, with much pleasure."
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