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
"For what do you take me? I have never spoken to her more than once in
the garden, or at a less distance than ten braccia--except when I
touched her hand. Also I used to say Vieni! and she came; but no more."
"But when she was asked in marriage, and you forbade it?"
"Then she told me herself that she supposed I wished her to take the
veil, and I nodded my head."
I was forced to admit his strength of purpose. "You are a great lover,
"I said, "that is certain. I am a lover also--but not at all in your
way."
Ercole said, "I have only done what any man would do who loved a lady."
"Don Francis would never say Vieni!" said Virginia with a snap, looking
up quickly.
"Then the lady would never come," said Ercole.
I was silent, condemning in my heart what my wits could not gainsay.
Ercole saw his Donna Domenica again. She passed with the returning
procession, and again looked full and mournful knowledge on her lover.
He neither blushed nor saluted her, but met her eyes steadily and did
not follow her retreating figure in the hope that she would turn her
head. Nor did she turn it. He seemed perfectly cheerful afterwards, and
disposed to sleep. He said that he should take another day in Prato, so
as to get a little fun of the fair. They had no fairs at San Benedetto
in Alpi.
CHAPTER XVIII
FRA PALAMONE BREAKS THE LAW, AND I MY CHAIN
For his second day's campaign, when he set up as a dentist (in
spectacles and a fine black beard), Fra Palamone chose me to be arrayed
in a loose punchinello suit of red cotton, covered with the signs of the
zodiac in tinsel; for, said he, "Mystery is half our battle won
beforehand. Hermes Trismegistus himself had not been the philosopher he
was if he had been understood, and to this day Aristotle is undervalued,
not for saying what he meant, but for saying it all." He gave me a
peaked felt hat for my head, and exhorted me to have no fears. "Tooth-
drawing," he said, "is as easy as kissing any day. Reflect, Francis,
upon this, and let it be your comfort throughout the coming conflict,
that there is no jaw-bone in the head of mortal man so strong as his
wrist. With your wrist and elbow you can knock a man down; but show me
the jaw that will do so much. I will say nothing of Samson, who is not
in debate; moreover his weapon was borrowed and his enemies were God's
enemies. Now, here is another fact, full of encouragement for you. The
stronger a man is in the jaw, the harder he will pull against your
forceps. Pray, what chance has a tooth the most rooted against your pull
and the patient's? Not the faintest! Out it comes, and there is one poor
sufferer the less in Prato. Courage then; pull and pull again." I
promised him that I would pull my stoutest, but curtly declined his
suggestion that I should try my hand upon Virginia's mouth, although she
made no demur. Sooner should Prato swim in blood, I said, than I lay
violent hands upon my friend.
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