The Shame of Motley: being the memoir of certain transactions in the life of Lazzaro Biancomonte, of Biancomonte, sometime fool of the court of PesaroSabatini, Rafael
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The Shame of Motley: being the memoir of certain transactions in the life of Lazzaro Biancomonte, of Biancomonte, sometime fool of the court of Pesaro
With marked submission did he give me thanks in his master’s name.
I mounted and set out, and at my heels came now the litter and its
escort. Thus did we quit the plain and breast the slopes, where the
snow grew deeper and firmer underfoot as we advanced. And as I went,
still plaguing my mind to devise a means by which I might penetrate to
the Court of Pesaro, little did I dream that the matter was being
solved for me—the solution having begun with my offer to guide that
company across the hills.
CHAPTER III.
MADONNA PAOLA
We gained the heights in the forenoon, and there we dismounted and
paused awhile to breathe our horses ere we took the path that was to
lead us down to Cagli. The air was sharp and cold, for all that
overhead was spread a cloudless, cobalt dome of sky, and the sun poured
down its light upon the wide expanse of snow-clad earth, of a whiteness
so dazzling as to be hurtful to the sight.
Hitherto I had ridden stolidly ahead, as unheeding of that following
company as if I had been unconscious of its existence. But now that we
paused, their fat, white-faced leader, whose name was Giacopo,
approached me and sought to draw me into conversation. I yielded
readily enough, for I scented a mystery about that closely-curtained
litter, and mysteries are ever provoking to such a mind as mine. For
all that it might profit me naught to learn who rode there, and why
with all this haste, yet these were matters, I confess, on which my
curiosity was aroused.
“Are you journeying beyond Cagli?” I asked him presently, in an idle
tone.
He cocked his head, and eyed me aslant, the suspicion in his eyes
confirming the existence of the mystery I scented.
“Yes,” he answered, after a pause. “We hope to reach Urbino before
night. And you? Are you journeying far?”
“That far, at least,” I answered him, emulating the caution he had
shown.
And then, ere more might pass between us, the leather curtains of the
litter were sharply drawn aside. At the sound I turned my head, and so
far was the vision different from that which—for no reason that I can
give—I had expected, that I was stricken with surprise and wonder. A
lady—a very child, indeed—had leapt nimbly to the ground ere any of
those grooms could offer her assistance.
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