He would not plead, or else I did not know him; and I was sure of that, without knowing what else there was that must make it impossible for old Falcone to stoop to ask a favour of my mother. Awhile he just stood there, his wits overthrown by sheer surprise. And then, when at last he moved, the thing he did was the last thing that I had looked for. Not to her did he turn; not to her, but to me, and he dropped on one knee before me. “My lord!” he cried, and before he added another word I knew already what else he was about to say. For never yet had I been so addressed in my lordship of Mondolfo. To all there I was just the Madonnino. But to Falcone, in that supreme hour of his need, I was become his lord. “My lord,” he said, then. “Is it your wish that I should go?” I drew back, still wrought upon by my surprise; and then my mother's voice came cold and acid. “The Madonnino's wish is not concerned in this, Mester Falcone. It is I who order your departure.” Falcone did not answer her; he affected not to hear her, and continued to address himself to me. “You are the master here, my lord,” he urged. “You are the law in Mondolfo. You carry life and death in your right hand, and against your will no man or woman in your lordship can prevail.” He spoke the truth, a mighty truth which had stood like a mountain before me all these months, yet which I had not seen. “I shall go or remain as you decree, my lord,” he added; and then, almost in a snarl of defiance, “I obey none other,” he concluded, “nor pope nor devil.” “Agostino, I am waiting for you,” came my mother's voice from the doorway. Something had me by the throat. It was Temptation, and old Falcone was the tempter. More than that was he--though how much more I did not dream, nor with what authority he acted there. He was the Mentor who showed me the road to freedom and to manhood; he showed me how at a blow I might shiver the chains that held me, and shake them from me like the cobwebs that they were. He tested me, too; tried my courage and my will; and to my undoing was it that he found me wanting in that hour. My regrets for him went near to giving me the resolution that I lacked. Yet even these fell short. I would to God I had given heed to him. I would to God I had flung back my head and told my mother--as he prompted me--that I was lord of Mondolfo, and that Falcone must remain since I so willed it. I strove to do so out of my love for him rather than out of any such fine spirit as he sought to inspire in me. Had I succeeded I had established my dominion, I had become arbiter of my fate; and how much of misery, of anguish, and of sin might I not thereafter have been spared! The hour was crucial, though I knew it not. I stood at a parting of ways; yet for lack of courage I hesitated to take the road to which so invitingly he beckoned me.