Germany -- History -- 1273-1517-- Fiction; Germany -- History -- 1517-1648 -- Fiction; Luther, Martin, 1483-1546 -- Fiction
“We feared the latter,” said the sly villain gravely. “It was by
orders of his Eminence my master and Signor Sarfati that you were
brought hither. It was said in the palace, you were ill and deranged.
I am appointed to watch you.”
The whole intent of Sarfati’s solicitude for my health and the effect
of his medicine came now to me like a flash. It served to clear my
reeling senses. This, then, was Marianna’s handiwork. While I had
reflected complacently on my triumph over her, she had struck. I was
a prisoner in my own mansion. If I recovered my freedom without some
abject compromise, I was a fortunate man. In my unskilful folly I had
driven Marianna and her father to extremities, and well did I know
how they could fight.
“Well, Eugenio,” said I, regarding the fellow steadily, “I intend to
waste no breath cursing you.”
“Thanks, Eccellenza,” came his answer.
“You have doubtless been ordered to report when I have awakened.”
“I have, Eccellenza.”
“Go, then, and tell his Eminence or Madonna Marianna that I am awake,
but that if they wish to converse with me, they must first contrive
to ease this headache, which is driving me frantic.”
“I go to tell them, Eccellenza,” and out he went, leaving me to all
manner of imaginings.
In a few moments the door was opened by no less a visitor than the
Cardinale di Forli. The good prelate was smiling benignantly, and
bore in his hand a tiny glass of pure green liquid.
“Drink,” he said, advancing to the bedside; “this, more than most
liqueurs, is for your health.”
I eyed the glass shrewdly.
“After what has just befallen, Eminenza,” I hesitated, “I may well
think twice even ere drinking from the hands of the Cardinale di
Forli.”
“Nonsense,” he answered jauntily; “this is not _aqua tofana_. A
man as sensible as yourself should know that we know that all your
Italian property is willed to your Florentine kinsfolk and your
sudden demise would work more havoc with our wishes than even this
return to Germany.”
Convinced that the Cardinal for once spoke the truth, I drank off the
glass and at once experienced a beneficial effect; my head cleared
and the throbbing partially ceased. I was able to sit up in bed and
ask Forli if he would graciously state his business.
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