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
Thinking of these things in the dark, tormented by a devouring thirst,
which I was unable to quench, haunted by the impression that my last
hour was come, and that I should die here like a dog, without even the
last rites of the church, I fell into a frenzy, and began to shout
aloud, and rave as in a delirium. D'Entrangues came before me, wearing
a smile of triumph, and I strove impotently to reach. Then the whole
room seemed to be full of my enemy, from every corner I could see the
white face, the red hair, and the smile of successful malice. The
figures, each one exactly like the other, floated over me, stood by my
side, sometimes brought their faces within an inch of mine, until I
imagined I felt a flame-like breath beating on me. Finally they
flitted backwards and forwards, rapidly and more rapidly, until there
was nothing but a mass of moving shadow around me, which gradually
resolved itself again into a single form. I strove to reach for my
sword to strike at it, but my arms were paralysed. So through the
livelong night the phantom stood at the foot of my bed, until the
white morning came in at my window, and I fell into a sleep.
When I awoke, I found the old intendant of the building bending over
me. The fever had abated but the thirst still remained. "Water," I
gasped through my parched lips, and he gave me to drink.
To cut a long story short, I arranged with this man for such
attendance as I should want, and to do him justice Ceci--for that was
his name--performed his part of the contract, getting me my food,
attending to the dressing of my wound, to which he applied a most
soothing salve, and such other offices a helpless person must expect.
He did not trouble me much with his presence during the earlier part
of my illness, but came as occasion required him, and, when he had
performed his work, left me to my reflections.
I may note here that I never again saw the people who helped me when I
was wounded. Having assisted me to my lodging, and aided me to dress
my hurt, as I have said, they departed, and apparently gave me no
further thought. This I am persuaded was not due to unkindly feeling,
but to prudence, and a wish to avoid being mixed up in an affair such
as mine appeared to be; for the times were such, that it was better
for a man's head to be unknown to the Magnifici Signori of Florence.
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