Allegories; Frame stories; Plague -- Europe -- History -- Fiction; Storytelling -- Fiction
had been there, in which not a few had been wounded, and bidding him on no
account omit to hie him thither forthwith. Wherefore the leech put off the
treatment of the leg to the morrow, and took boat to Amalfi; and the lady,
knowing that he would not return home that night, did as she was wont in
such a case, to wit, brought Ruggieri in privily, and locked him in her
chamber until certain other folk that were in the house were gone to sleep.
Ruggieri, then, being thus in the chamber, awaiting the lady, and having--
whether it were that he had had a fatiguing day, or eaten something salt,
or, perchance, that 'twas his habit of body--a mighty thirst, glancing at
the window, caught sight of the bottle containing the water which the leech
had prepared for the patient, and taking it to be drinking water, set it to
his lips and drank it all, and in no long time fell into a deep sleep.
So soon as she was able the lady hied her to the room, and there finding
Ruggieri asleep, touched him and softly told him to get up: to no purpose,
however; he neither answered nor stirred a limb. Wherefore the lady, rather
losing patience, applied somewhat more force, and gave him a push, saying:--
"Get up, sleepy-head; if thou hadst a mind to sleep, thou shouldst have gone
home, and not have come hither." Thus pushed Ruggieri fell down from a box
on which he lay, and, falling, shewed no more sign of animation than if he
had been a corpse. The lady, now somewhat alarmed, essayed to lift him, and
shook him roughly, and took him by the nose, and pulled him by the beard;
again to no purpose: he had tethered his ass to a stout pin. So the lady
began to fear he must be dead: however, she went on to pinch him shrewdly,
and singe him with the flame of a candle; but when these methods also failed
she, being, for all she was a leech's wife, no leech herself, believed for
sure that he was dead; and as there was nought in the world that she loved
so much, it boots not to ask if she was sore distressed; wherefore silently,
for she dared not lament aloud, she began to weep over him and bewail such a
misadventure. But, after a while, fearing lest her loss should not be
without a sequel of shame, she bethought her that she must contrive without
delay to get the body out of the house; and standing in need of another's
advice, she quietly summoned her maid, shewed her the mishap that had
befallen her, and craved her counsel. Whereat the maid marvelled not a
little; and she too fell to pulling Ruggieri this way and that, and pinching
him, and, as she found no sign of life in him, concurred with her mistress
that he was verily dead, and advised her to remove him from the house. "And
where," said the lady, "shall we put him, that to-morrow, when he is
discovered, it be not suspected that 'twas hence he was carried?" "Madam,"
answered the maid, "late last evening I marked in front of our neighbour the
carpenter's shop a chest, not too large, which, if he have not put it back
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