On repairing to their own house, however, in the street of St.
Chrysostom, they had the mortification to find themselves entirely
forgotten by all their old acquaintance and countrymen; and even their
nearest relations, who upon report of their death had taken possession of
their palace, either could not or would not recognise them. Forty-five
years had no doubt operated strange changes in the persons of Nicolo
and Maffio; and even Marco, who had left his home in the flower of
his youth, and now returned after an absence of twenty-four years, a
middle-aged man, storm-beaten, and bronzed by the force of tropical
suns, must have been greatly altered. Besides, they had partly forgotten
their native language, which they pronounced with a barbarous accent,
intermingling Tartar words, and setting the rules of syntax at defiance.
Their dress, air, and demeanour, likewise, were Tartarian. To convince
the incredulous, however, and prove their identity, they invited all
their relations and old associates to a magnificent entertainment, at
which the three travellers appeared attired in rich eastern habits of
crimson satin. When all the guests were seated, the Polos put off their
satin garments, which they bestowed upon the attendants, still appearing
superbly dressed in robes of crimson damask. At the removal of the last
course but one of the entertainment, they distributed their damask
garments also upon the attendants, these having merely concealed far
more magnificent robes of crimson velvet. When dinner was over, and the
attendants had withdrawn, Marco Polo exhibited to the company the coats
of coarse Tartarian cloth, or felt, which his father, his uncle, and
himself had usually worn during their travels. These he now cut open,
and from their folds and linings took out so prodigious a quantity of
rubies, sapphires, emeralds, carbuncles, and diamonds, that the company,
amazed and delighted with the beauty and splendour of these magnificent
and invaluable gems, no longer hesitated to acknowledge the claims of the
Polos, who, by the same arguments, might have proved their identity with
Prester John and his family.
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