The Fool Errant: Being the Memoirs of Francis-Anthony Strelley, Esq., Citizen of LuccaHewlett, Maurice
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The Fool Errant: Being the Memoirs of Francis-Anthony Strelley, Esq., Citizen of Lucca
Hewlett, Maurice
Historical fiction
"I am speaking to you, carino. I am tired; I want to sleep also. Tell me
how to reach the Sagrestia, where the monsters lie sleeping and waking;
whisper it, whisper it, and I will kiss you for it." I heard her
soothing "Hush! Hush!" as he stirred. She went on whispering in his ear.
It seemed to me that she was insinuating herself into his dreams. He
stirred more than once, turned his head about; every moment I expected
to see him open his eyes; but no. As Virginia continued to whisper, he
began to murmur in his sleep, she directing him. He answered, laughed
softly, turned about, slept always. I saw Virginia kiss his forehead.
Then she came winging back to me; she seemed hardly to touch the
pavement. "Come, come. I know the way. The door is open." She flitted
away towards the high altar, I following. We gained the ambulatory
behind. A door from this stood ajar; Virginia pushed in, I after her. We
followed a flagged corridor for some distance and found ourselves in the
Sagrestia Nuova with Michael Angelo's monsters sprawling and brooding in
the half light. Virginia clasped me in her arms. "Francesco mio, I have
saved thee. Sanctuary with thee! Oh, love thy poor Virginia!"
She pressed closely to me, and began to touch and stroke my cheeks; she
put her hand at the back of my head, as it were to force my face down to
look at her. Touched, excited, amorous in my turn, I encircled her with
my arms and kissed her fondly.
"Dearest, best, kindest Virginia," I said, "you have proved my friend
indeed. I have much to thank you for, much to say to you. Let us choose
a place in which to eat our breakfast; I am as hungry as the devil."
Cruel, abominable speech of mine! I wounded her dreadfully; scalding
tears testified to a bruised heart; but to her relief came pride.
"Stop," said she, "you shall not eat yet. I am hungrier than you, whom
bread will satisfy. I am famished." I would have made amends, but she
drew away from me, and folded her arms. "Let me understand. You kissed
me just now. Were you false to Aurelia? Did you intend to insult that
girl whom you taught to fear insult?"
I said, No, that had never been my intention, but it had been quite
otherwise. "Donna Aurelia," I said, "has been restored to her proper
place. She will find salvation where her happiness is, and I have been
considering mine, whether I can find it in my happiness also."
"One thing at a time," said she, breathing very fast. "Has Donna
Aurelia's husband returned?" I told her that he had not, but that there
were good hopes of him shortly.
"And you have said farewell? You are free--free as the air?"
"It is my duty," I told her, "never to see Donna Aurelia again, and I
will not if I can help it."
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