Allegories; Frame stories; Plague -- Europe -- History -- Fiction; Storytelling -- Fiction
Thus ended the pilgrim; and the lady, who had followed him with the closest
attention, deeming all that he advanced very sound, and doubting not that
her tribulation was, as he said, in requital of her sin, spoke thus:--
"Friend of God, well I wot that the matters which you discourse are true,
and, thanks to your delineation, I now in great measure know what manner of
men are the friars, whom I have hitherto regarded as all alike holy; nor
doubt I that great was my fault in the course which I pursued towards
Tedaldo; and gladly, were it in my power, would I make reparation in the
manner which you have indicated. But how is this feasible? Tedaldo can never
return to us. He is dead. Wherefore I know not why I must needs give you a
promise which cannot be performed." "Madam," returned the pilgrim, "'tis
revealed to me by God that Tedaldo is by no means dead, but alive and well
and happy, so only he enjoyed your favour." "Nay, but," said the lady,
"speak advisedly; I saw his body done to death by more than one knife-wound;
I folded it in these arms, and drenched the dead face with many a tear;
whereby, perchance, I gave occasion for the bruit that has been made to my
disadvantage." "Say what you may, Madam," rejoined the pilgrim," I assure
you that Tedaldo lives, and if you will but give the promise, then, for its
fulfilment, I have good hope that you will soon see him." Whereupon: "I give
the promise," said the lady, "and right gladly will I make it good; nor is
there aught that might happen that would yield me such delight as to see my
husband free and scatheless, and Tedaldo alive." Tedaldo now deemed it wise
to make himself known, and establish the lady in a more sure hope of her
husband's safety. Wherefore he said:--"Madam, to set your mind at ease in
regard of your husband, I must first impart to you a secret, which be
mindful to disclose to none so long as you live." Then--for such was the
confidence which the lady reposed in the pilgrim's apparent sanctity that
they were by themselves in a place remote from observation--Tedaldo drew
forth a ring which he had guarded with the most jealous care, since it had
been given him by the lady on the last night when they were together, and
said, as he shewed it to her:--"Madam, know you this?" The lady recognized
it forthwith, and answered:--"I do, Sir; I gave it long ago to Tedaldo."
Then the pilgrim, rising and throwing off his sclavine(2) and hat, said with
the Florentine accent:--"And know you me?" The lady recognizing forthwith
the form and semblance of Tedaldo, was struck dumb with wonder and fear as
of a corpse that is seen to go about as if alive, and was much rather
disposed to turn and flee from Tedaldo returned from the tomb than to come
forward and welcome Tedaldo arrived from Cyprus. But when Tedaldo said to
her:--"Fear not, Madam, your Tedaldo am I, alive and well, nor was I ever
dead, whatever you and my brothers may think," the lady, partly awed, partly
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