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
I made no further attempt to detain him, and he waddled off with the
best part of the now empty flask under his belt. I was sure he knew
but little more, and what I had got out of him did not amount to much.
At any rate I had discovered that Baglioni was out of Perugia, and
that she was still here. This was better than nothing; but worse than
nothing if I could not discover the place of her imprisonment. I threw
myself back in my chair, and racked my brains to no purpose. There was
nothing definite for me to get hold of, no clue of any kind. I thought
of getting the landlord to invite the Count's valet to drink a bottle
or so of his Burgundy with me, but the mere whisper of such a thing
would excite suspicion of a further object, and the slightest
suspicion would ruin the business. Bande Nere appearing at this time,
in accordance with my orders, I resolved to hang about the Palazzo
Publico, and see if I could pick up any information there. On second
thoughts I resolved to go alone, and dismissing Bande Nere, sallied
forth by myself. I went by way of the Piazza del Duomo, and here I
stopped in an idle manner, and was for a moment struck by the entrance
to the palace, which lies here. Over the gate was a splendid bronze of
a lion and a griffin, set above a series of chains and bars of gates,
trophies of an old victory gained over the Sienese. A crowd of beggars
surrounded me, but I was in no mood for charity, and drove them off
with a rough oath. One of the number, however, remained. He was lame
in both feet, supported himself on crutches, and wore a huge patch
over one of his eyes.
"That is right, excellency--drive them off--the scum, the
goats--pestering every noble gentleman. It is only to the deserving
your excellency will give--a paul, excellency--a brown copper for the
poor cripple--a million thanks, excellency--may this copper be
increased to you a thousandfold in gold."
"Begone, fool!" I said, and walked on; but he hobbled along at a great
rate beside me.
"But a favour, excellency. If your worship would but come with me, I
would show you a wonderful sight. A bird-cage, excellency; would your
lordship be pleased to buy a bird--"
I turned round in my anger, and raised my hand to cuff the rascal's
ears, cripple though he was, when he suddenly added: "Or _free_ a
bird, excellency--there is someone coming--a paul, quick--thanks,
excellency--may your lordship die a prince."
As he spoke a couple of gentlemen and their servants pushed by us, and
I gave them the road, the beggar hopping nimbly to my side. My heart
was beating rapidly, and all my blood tingling. Was I on the edge of a
discovery?
"No more riddles," I said, "who are you?"
"It is not safe to talk here, signore," he answered. "Follow me." He
started off across the square, hobbling along on his crutches and
wailing out, "A copper for the poor cripple--a brown paul--a little
copper?"
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