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 suppose that he was too faint by now to understand me, for he only put
his hand up and shook it to and fro. "Exquisite fool!" I heard him say,
and then with a groan, "Gesu, I die!" he fainted in earnest. I helped
the surgeon carry him to his coach, then walked to my lodging, leaving
the marchese astare at the trees.
CHAPTER XLVI
THE DISCOVERY
I was to dine that night with the Prior of Saint Mark's, a former
acquaintance of mine, and I kept my engagement, though I left the party
early. My wound, which was painful but not dangerous, was not the cause
of that. The fact is that I was arrested while we were sitting over our
fruit and wine, at a moment when I was enunciating a favourite theory of
mine that this world is a garden for every man alive of us who happens
to be a gardener, and for no other; and that he only is a gardener who
lives for the joy of his labour and not for the material profit he can
make out of his toil. The Grand Inquisitor--that pock-marked Dominican
who had treated me with uncharitable harshness upon my first visit to
Florence--was present at table, and was upon the point of denouncing my
argument as perverse, unchristian and I know not what else; he had said,
"It is my deliberate opinion that detestable beliefs as are Atheism,
Calvinism, Mahometanism and the tenets of the Quietists, it were better
for a man to embrace all of them in one vast, comprehensive blasphemy,
than depend for their refutation upon any argument which Mr. Strelley
can advance----" when a friar opened the door and ushered in a
lieutenant of police and his guard. The officer saluted the company in
general and myself in particular. "Sir," he said politely to me, "I have
the honour to arrest you, in the Grand Duke's name, for the barbarous
murder of the most illustrious Marchese Deifobo Semifonte, for the
attempted murder of his Excellency Count Amadeo Giraldi, and for
contravention of the law of duelling. By express command of the Syndic I
am to put your honour in irons. Corporal, do your duty."
I said nothing in reply, but took leave of my host with all the proper
form of society, assuring him that I should take with me whithersover I
went a grateful memory of his beautiful and peaceful retirement; I bowed
to my fellow-guest, and then suffered the corporal to chain my hands
behind me. A coach was awaiting me at the gate; I entered it with the
lieutenant and was driven to the Bargello.
I was not ill-treated by any means. I had a small but decent chamber
assigned to me, and I was alone. When I demanded that my accusation
should be read over, in order that I might engage a lawyer for my
defence, I was assured that this would not be at all necessary, as there
would be no trial. In that case, I begged them to leave me to repose and
meditation, which they were so good as to do. I had an excellent night's
rest, and was very ready for my chocolate at eight o'clock in the
morning.
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