“I communicated my imprisonment to our lawyer, who came to me
immediately. I told him the circumstances, and he repaired to a
criminal judge. They had a long conversation together, which ended with
the promise that I should be set at liberty that very day. He brought me
the good news, and I prepared to leave the place. The order was already
made out, the gaoler satisfied, and I had one foot out of prison, when
by the malice of the devil, my friend the notary, who had been so
actively in search for me, and who happened to have a little business
there, presented himself before me. He stared me full in the face, and
recognizing me immediately, he flew in a passion, gave me a violent blow
with his fist, which made me reel back into the prison again, and told
the gaoler to lock me in, for that I had robbed him, and he would
certainly get me committed. Our lawyer, who was present, exerted all his
flowers of rhetoric to appease him. He even went so far as to promise
the value of the robe; but the cursed notary, preferring the pleasure
of being revenged on me, to that of recovering his property, was
inexorable: the consequences of which were that I was honoured with a
hearty whipping, and banished the kingdom.
“After this disgrace, which I bore as patiently as I could, my captain,
by way of consolation, offered me a letter of recommendation to a friend
of his, the chief of a banditti who inhabited a retreat in the Roman
mountains, which, not knowing what better I could do, I accepted of. The
chief had no sooner read my letter than he gave me a most gracious
reception. He introduced me to the cavaliers of his company, than whom I
never saw more savage looking animals. It is true, that having left at
Naples comrades so perfectly civilized, it was impossible but these
mountaineers must have appeared to me wild and unsociable. Nevertheless,
as one must always follow the fashion, I by degrees became accustomed
to them, notwithstanding the terrible life they led. We made some good
hits, and I found myself in a short time with a purse well stocked. No
sooner was this the case than I determined on leaving these honest
folks. With this view, I requested leave of our chief for two months,
under pretence of having some business at Rome. This was readily granted
me, on my taking oath that I would return at the expiration of that
time. This oath I certainly submitted to, but fully determined to forget
it as soon as I got to Rome.
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