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
The droll beauty changed his tone in an instant. "Follow me, sir," said
he, "and you shall have everything you want. I entreat your pardon for
inflicting my impertinences upon you at such an ill-judged moment." He
took me by the hand and addressed himself to the crowd about the inn
doors; by pushing, punching, jostling, cursing, praying and coaxing in
turns, he made a way into the house. But that was full to suffocation of
the actors and their belongings, and of the peasantry who had come to
gape at them. Everybody was engaged in getting drunk who was not drunk
already. Some were fighting, some lovemaking, some filching. I saw a
curious sight. A man dressed like a harlequin was picking a countryman's
pocket, and having his own picked, while he was in the act, by some
sharp-featured imp of a castrato. In fine, the whole house from floor to
rafters was full; the bedchambers, to call them so which had no beds in
them, were worse than the kitchen. I could not see that I had gained
anything by following my questionable guide; but he, who had more
resources than I knew of, having snatched a half-loaf and bottle of wine
from the lower quarters, trampled and fought his way upstairs with them,
showed me a ladder which gave on to the roof, and went up it like a
bird, without using his hands. I followed him, and saw a proud light in
his eyes as he invited me to survey my private room. We were in the
valley formed by the two pitches of the roof, nothing between our heads
and the evening sky. The revellings and blasphemies of the house were
not to be heard; pigeons clustered on the chimney-pots or strutted the
ridges of the house; a cat, huddled up, watched them from a corner.
Stars showed faintly here and there; we were sheltered from the wind; I
heard far off the angelus bell ringing.
"Here, at any rate, you won't be disturbed," said my protector. "Eat,
sir, drink, and repose yourself. When you feel inclined you shall tell
me how I can serve you further."
The evening bell, and this kindness of the lad's, had reminded me of
what I was. I said, "My friend, I shall first thank God for having made
your nation the boldest, the most ingenious, the gentlest, the most
modest, most open-hearted in the world. You see before you a man of all
men most unfortunate; but yet I say to you in the presence of God and of
his household, whose lights are kindling even now, that, but for the
like of you, many and many a time I should have died unannealed."
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