The Honour of Savelli: A RomanceLevett Yeats, S. (Sidney)
History
The Honour of Savelli: A Romance
Levett Yeats, S. (Sidney)
Italy -- History -- 1492-1559 -- Fiction
"When your worship retired," said he, "leaving the lanthorn to so to
conveniently light up the stable entrance, I had another look at the
horses, and then settled myself down on that heap of straw yonder, my
back to the wall, and my sword in my right hand. So an hour, or may be
two, passed, and then I heard voices outside, and some one swearing at
the light. Oh ho! says I to myself, there's a night-hawk about, and I
remained on the alert, not thinking it worth while to give tongue
then. After a while the voices dropped away--and, excellency, I am
sorry, but I must have slipped off into a doze, and beshrew me! if I
did not dream I was aboard that cursed ship again, and being made to
play pea-in-the-drum once more. I therefore made haste to awaken, and
as I opened my eyes heard a crackling noise outside. I rose slowly and
crept towards the entrance, and just as I reached within three feet of
it a handful of pebbles was thrown in, and one of the horses started a
bit. The stones were clearly flung from outside to see if any one was
awake; but of course I made no sign, and the next minute two men
appeared at the open entrance. I gave a whistle to rouse your honour,
and went at them at once--and your excellency knows the rest. I think
however I touched one--see there!"
He held the point of his blade to the light, and placed the end of his
finger on a stain on the sword.
"Three inches at least," he exclaimed, and with a satisfied air,
stooped down to clean his finger on the straw at his feet. I thanked
the good fellow for his zeal and the fidelity he had shown.
"As for that, excellency," he said, "there is no need to praise me,
for I expect to be made a cavaliere when your worship wins back the
lordships of the Savelli!"
"You are brave enough for a cavaliere," I laughed, "the point however
for you at present is sleep. Go up to my room and get what you can. I
have done for to-night, and will watch the horses. It was after them
that our visitors came."
But to this he would not consent on any account, nor was I so anxious
to go back to that bed, so bringing down the light from above, we
passed the rest of the night close to the horses. In the intervals of
dozing Jacopo related to me, twice over, in the minutest detail, the
story of the hanging of the two old men and six old women which he had
seen at Tor di Nona, and finally sank off into sleep. I did not make
any attempt to arouse him, and kept on the watch myself until the
lanthorn burned with a sickly glare, and the crowing of a cock told us
the morning was begun. In a few minutes it was light enough to see,
and Jacopo rising, shook himself like a dog, and stepping up to the
lanthorn extinguished it; after which, with much whistling, he set
himself to water the animals, give them their morning feed, and groom
them.
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