Fantasy fiction; Poetry; Science fiction; Short stories
It was just before noon next day that the travellers arrived. I was
sitting in the shady loggia of the inn, reading a volume of De Thou,
when there drove up to the door two coaches. Out of the first
descended very slowly and stiffly four gentlemen; out of the second
four servants and a quantity of baggage. As it chanced there was no
one about, the courtyard slept its sunny noontide sleep, and the only
movement was a lizard on the wall and a buzz of flies by the fountain.
Seeing no sign of the landlord, one of the travellers approached me
with a grave inclination.
"This is the inn called the Tre Croci, sir?" he asked.
I said it was, and shouted on my own account for the host. Presently
that personage arrived with a red face and a short wind, having
ascended rapidly from his own cellar. He was awed by the dignity of
the travellers, and made none of his usual protests of incapacity. The
servants filed off solemnly with the baggage, and the four gentlemen
set themselves down beside me in the loggia and ordered each a modest
flask of wine.
At first I took them for our countrymen, but as I watched them the
conviction vanished. All four were tall and lean beyond the average of
mankind. They wore suits of black, with antique starched frills to
their shirts; their hair was their own and unpowdered. Massive buckles
of an ancient pattern adorned their square-toed shoes, and the canes
they carried were like the yards of a small vessel. They were four
merchants, I had guessed, of Scotland, maybe, or of Newcastle, but
their voices were not Scotch, and their air had no touch of commerce.
Take the heavy-browed preoccupation of a Secretary of State, add the
dignity of a bishop, the sunburn of a fox-hunter, and something of the
disciplined erectness of a soldier, and you may perceive the manner of
these four gentlemen. By the side of them my assurance vanished.
Compared with their Olympian serenity my Person seemed fussy and
servile. Even so, I mused, must Mr. Franklin have looked when baited
in Parliament by the Tory pack. The reflection gave me the cue.
Presently I caught from their conversation the word "Washington," and
the truth flashed upon me. I was in the presence of four of Mr.
Franklin's countrymen. Having never seen an American in the flesh, I
rejoiced at the chance of enlarging my acquaintance.
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