The Miracles of Antichrist: A NovelLagerlöf, Selma
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The Miracles of Antichrist: A Novel
Lagerlöf, Selma
Sicily (Italy) -- Fiction; Socialism -- Fiction
They would all follow him up to the market-place. There, there would be
even more flags than in the streets, and Gaetano would speak from the
steps of the town hall. And from all the streets and courts people would
come streaming.
Then Gaetano would speak, so that they should all fall on their knees and
cry: “Bless us, Fra Gaetano, bless us!”
After that he would never leave Diamante again. He would live under the
great steps outside Donna Elisa’s shop.
And they would come to him with their sick, and those in trouble would
make a pilgrimage to him.
When the syndic of Diamante went by he would kiss Gaetano’s hand.
Donna Elisa would sell Fra Gaetano’s image in her shop.
And Donna Elisa’s god-daughter, Giannita, would bow before Fra Gaetano
and never again call him a stupid monk-boy.
And Donna Elisa would be so happy.
* * * * *
Ah … Gaetano started up, and awoke. It was bright daylight, and Donna
Elisa and Pacifica stood and looked at him. And Gaetano sat on the
stairs with his shoes under his arm, his hat on his head and his bundle
at his feet. But Donna Elisa and Pacifica wept. “He has wished to run
away from us,” they said.
“Why are you sitting here, Gaetano?”
“Donna Elisa, I wanted to run away.”
Gaetano was in a good mood, and answered as boldly as if it had been the
most natural thing in the world.
“Do you want to run away?” repeated Donna Elisa.
“I wished to go off on Etna and be a hermit.”
“And why are you sitting here now?”
“I do not know, Donna Elisa; I must have fallen asleep.”
Donna Elisa now showed how distressed she was. She pressed her hands over
her heart, as if she had terrible pains, and she wept passionately.
“But now I shall stay, Donna Elisa,” said Gaetano.
“You, stay!” cried Donna Elisa. “You might as well go. Look at him,
Pacifica, look at the ingrate! He is no Alagona. He is an adventurer.”
The blood rose in Gaetano’s face and he sprang to his feet and struck out
with his hands in a way which astonished Donna Elisa. So had all the men
of her race done. It was her father and her grandfather; she recognized
all the powerful lords of the family of Alagona.
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