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Chapter XX
The castle of the Unnamed was commandingly situated over a dark and
narrow valley, on the summit of a cliff projecting from a rugged ridge of
hills, whether united to them or separated from them it is difficult to say,
by a mass of crags and rocks, and by a boundary of caverns and abrupt
precipices, both flanking it and on the rear. The side which overlooked the
valley was the only accessible one; rather a steep acclivity, certainly, but
even and unbroken: the summit was used for pasturage, while the lower grounds
were cultivated, and scattered here and there with habitations. The bottom was
a bed of large stones, the channel, according to the season, of either a
rivulet or a noisy torrent, which at that time formed the boundary of the two
states. The opposite ridges, forming, so to speak, the other wall of the
valley, had a small cultivated tract, gently inclining from the base; the rest
was covered with crags, stones, and abrupt risings, untrodden, and destitute
of vegetation, excepting here and there a solitary bush in the interstices, or
on the edges of the rocks.
From the height of this castle, like an eagle from his sanguinary nest,
the savage nobleman surveyed every spot around where the foot of man could
tread, and heard no human sound above him. At one view he could overlook the
whole vale, the declivities, the bed of the stream, and the practicable paths
intersecting the valley. That which approached his terrible abode by a zigzag
and serpentine course appeared to a spectator from below like a winding
thread; while from the windows and loop - holes on the summit, the Signor
could leisurely observe any one who was ascending, and a hundred times catch a
view of him. With the garrison of bravoes whom he there maintained, he could
even oppose a tolerably numerous troop of assailants, stretching any number of
them on the ground, or hurling them to the bottom, before they could succeed
in gaining the height. He was not very likely, however, to be put to the
trial, since no one who was not on good terms with the owner of the castle
would venture to set foot within its walls, or even in the valley or its
environs. The bailiff who should have chanced to be seen there would have been
treated like an enemy`s spy seized within the camp. Tragical stories were
related of the last who had dared to attempt the undertaking; but they were
then tales of bygone days; and none of the village youths could remember
having seen one of this race of beings, either dead or alive.
Such is the description our anonymous author gives of the place: nothing
is said of the name; and for fear of putting us in the way of discovering it,
he avoids all notice of Don Rodrigo`s journey, bringing him at one jump into
the midst of the valley, and setting him down at the foot of the ascent, just
at the enfrance of the steep and winding footpath. Here stood an inn, which
might also be called a guard - house. An antique sign suspended over the door,
displayed on each side, in glowing colours, a radiant sun; but the public
voice, which sometimes repeats names as they are first pronounced, and
sometimes remodels them after its own fashion, never designated this tavern
but by the title of the Malanotte.^1
[Footnote 1: Bad Night.]
At the sound of a party approaching on horseback, an ill - looking lad
appeared at the door - way, well armed with knives and pistols, and after
giving a glance at them, re - entered to inform three ruffians, who, seated at
table, were playing with a very dirty pack of cards, reversed and laid one
upon another like so many tiles. He who seemed to be the leader rose, and
advancing towards the door, recognized a friend of his master`s, and saluted
him with a bow. Don Rodrigo, returning the salutation with great politeness,
inquired if his master were in the castle, and receiving for an answer that he
believed so, he dismounted from his horse, throwing the reins to Tiradritto,
one of his retinue. Then, taking his musket from his shoulder, he handed it to
Montanarolo, as if to disencumber himself of a useless weight, and render his
ascent easier; but in reality, because he knew well enough that no one was
permitted to mount that steep who carried a gun. Then taking out of his purse
two or three berlinghe, he gave them to Tanabuso, saying: `Wait for me here;
and in the mean time enjoy yourselves with these good people.` He then
presented the estimable chief of the party with a few gold coins, one half for
himself, and the rest to be divided among his companions; and at length, in
company with Griso, who had also laid aside his weapons, began to ascend the
cliff on foot. In the mean while, the three above - mentioned bravoes,
together with their fourth companion, Squinternotto, (what amiable names to be
preserved with so much care!) remained behind with the three players, and the
unfortunate boy, who was training for the gallows, to game, drink, and relate
by turns their various feats of prowess.
Another bravo belonging to the Unnamed shortly overtook Don Rodrigo in
his ascent; and after eying him for a moment, recognized a friend of his
master`s, and bore him company; by this means, sparing him the annoyance of
telling his name, and giving a further account of himself, to the many others
whom he met, and with whom he was unacquainted. On reaching the castle, and
being admitted, (having left Griso, however, outside,) he was conducted a
roundabout way through dark corridors, and various apartments hung with
muskets, sabres, and partisans, in each of which a bravo stood on guard; and
after having waited some time, was at last ushered into the room where the
Unnamed was expecting him.
The Signor advanced to meet Don Rodrigo, returning his salutation, and at
the same time eying him from head to foot with the closest scrutiny, according
to his usual habit, now almost an involuntary one, towards any one who
approached him, even towards his oldest and most tried friends. He was tall,
sun - burnt, and bald; and at first sight this baldness, the whiteness of his
few remaining hairs, and the wrinkles on his face, would have induced the
judgment that he was considerably beyond the sixty years he had scarcely yet
attained: though on a nearer survey, his carriage and movements, the cutting
sarcasm of his features, and the deep fire that sparkled in his eye, indicated
a vigour of body and mind which would have been remarkable even in a young
man.
Don Rodrigo told him that he came to solicit his advice and assistance;
that, finding himself engaged in a difficult undertaking, from which his
honour would not now suffer him to retire, he had called to mind the promises
of his noble friend, who never promised too much, or in vain; and he then
proceeded to relate his infamous enterprise. The Unnamed, who already had some
indefinite knowledge of the affair, listened attentively to the recital, both
because he was naturally fond of such stories, and because there was
implicated in it a name well known and exceedingly odious to him, that of
Father Cristoforo, the open enemy of tyrants, not only in word, but, when
possible, in deed also. The narrator then proceeded to exaggerate, in
evidence, the difficulties of the undertaking: - the distance of the place, a
monastery, the Signora! . . . At this word, the Unnamed, as if a demon hidden
in his heart had suggested it, abruptly interrupted him, saying that he would
take the enterprise upon himself. He took down the name of our poor Lucia, and
dismissed Don Rodrigo with the promise: `You shall shortly hear from me what
you are to do.`
If the reader remembers that infamous Egidio whose residence adjoined the
monastery where poor Lucia had found a retreat, we will now inform him that he
was one of the nearest and most intimate associates in iniquity of the
Unnamed; and it was for this reason that the latter had so promptly and
resolutely taken upon him to pledge his word. Nevertheless, he was no sooner
left alone, than he began to feel, I will not say, repentance, but vexation at
having made the promise. For some time past he had experienced, not exactly
remorse, but a kind of weariness of his wicked course of life. These feelings,
which had accumulated rather in his memory than on his conscience, were
renewed each time any new crime was committed, and each time they seemed more
multiplied and intolerable: it was like constantly adding and adding to an
already incommodious weight. A certain repugnance experienced on the
commission of his earlier crimes, afterwards overcome and almost entirely
excluded, again returned to make itself felt. But in his first misgivings, the
image of a distant and uncertain future, together with the consciousness of a
vigorous habit of body and a strong constitution, had only confirmed him in a
supine and presumptuous confidence. Now, on the contrary, it was the thoughts
of the future that embittered the retrospect of the past. - To grow old! To
die! And then? - It is worthy of notice, that the image of death, which in
present danger, when facing an enemy, usually only nerved his spirit, and
inspired him with impetuous courage, - this same image, when presented to his
mind in the solemn stillness of night, and in the security of his own castle,
was always accompanied with a feeling of undefined horror and alarm. It was
not death threatened by an enemy who was himself mortal; it was not to be
repulsed by stronger weapons, or a readier arm; it came alone, it was
suggested from within; it might still be distant, but every moment brought it
a step nearer; and even while he was hopelessly struggling to banish the
remembrance of this dreaded enemy, it was coming fast upon him. In his early
days, the frequent examples of violence, revenge, and murder, which were
perpetually exhibited to his view, while they inspired him with a daring
emulation, served at the same time as a kind of authority against the voice of
conscience: now an indistinct but terrible idea of individual responsibility,
and judgment independent of example, incessantly haunted his mind; now the
thought of his having left the ordinary crowd of wicked doers, and surpassed
them all, sometimes impressed him with a feeling of dreadful solitude. That
God, of whom he had once heard, but whom he had long ceased either to deny or
acknowledge, solely occupied as he was in acting as though he existed not,
now, at certain moments of depression without cause, and terror without
danger, he imagined he heard repeating within him, `Nevertheless, I am.` In
the first heat of youthful passion, the laws which he had heard announced in
His name had only appeared hateful to him; now, when they returned unbidden to
his mind, he regarded them, in spite of himself, as something which would have
a fulfillment. But that he might suffer nothing of this new disquietude to be
apparent either in word or deed, he carefully endeavoured to conceal it under
the mask of deeper and more vehement ferocity; and by this means also he
sought to disguise it from himself, or entirely to stifle it. Envying (since
he could neither annihilate nor forget them) the days in which he had been
accustomed to commit iniquity without remorse, and without further solicitude
than for its success, he used every endeavour to recall them, and to retain or
recover his former unfettered, daring, and undisturbed will, that he might
convince himself he was still the same man.
On this occasion, therefore, he had hastily pledged his word to Don
Rodrigo, that he might close the door against all hesitation. Feeling,
however, on his visitor`s departure, a failing of the resolution that he had
summoned up to make the promise, and gradually overwhelmed with thoughts
presenting themselves to his mind, which tempted him to break his word, and
which, if yielded to, would have made him sink very low in the eyes of his
friend, a secondary accomplice, he resolved at once to cut short the painful
conflict, and summoned Nibbio^2 to his presence, one of the most dexterous and
venturesome ministers of his enormities, and the one whom he was accustomed to
employ in his correspondence with Egidio. With a resolute countenance he
ordered him immediately to mount his horse, to go straight to Monza, to inform
Egidio of the engagement he had made, and to request his counsel and
assistance in fulfilling it.
[Footnote 2: A kite.]
The worthless messenger returned more expeditiously than his master
expected, with Egidio`s reply, that the undertaking was easy and secure: if
the Unnamed would send a carriage which would not be known as his, with two or
three well - disguised bravoes, Egidio would undertake the charge of all the
rest, and would manage the whole affair. At this announcement, the Unnamed,
whatever might be passing in his mind, hastily gave orders to Nibbio to
arrange all as Egidio required, and to go himself, with two others whom he
named, upon this expedition.
Had Egidio been obliged to reckon only on ordinary means for the
accomplishment of the horrible service he had been requested to undertake, he
certainly would not thus readily have given so unhesitating a promise. But in
that very asylum, where it would seem all ought to have been an obstacle, the
atrocious villain had a resource known only to himself; and that which would
have been the greatest difficulty to others became an instrument to him. We
have already related how the unhappy Signora on one occasion lent an ear to
his addresses; and the reader may have understood that this was not the last
time, - that it was but the first step in a career of abomination and
bloodshed. The same voice, rendered imperative, and almost authoritative
through guilt, now imposed upon her the sacrifice of the innocent creature who
had been committed to her care.
The proposal was frightful to Gertrude. To lose Lucia by an unforeseen
accident, and without any fault on her part, would have seemed to her a
misfortune, a bitter punishment: but now she was enjoined to deprive herself
of her society by a base act of perfidy, and to convert a means of expiation
into a fresh subject for remorse. The unhappy lady tried every method to
extricate herself from the horrible command; - every method, except the only
one which would have been infallible, and which still remained in her power.
Guilt is a rigid and inflexible tyrant, against who all are powerless but
those who entirely rebel. On this Gertrude could not resolve, and she obeyed.
It was the day fixed; the appointed hour approached; Gertrude retired
with Lucia into her private apartment, and there lavished upon her more
caresses than usual, which Lucia received and returned with increasing
affection: as the lamb, trembling under the hand of the shepherd as he coaxes
and gently urges it forward, turns to lick that very hand, unconscious that
the butcher waits outside the sheepfold, to whom the shepherd a moment before
has sold it.
`I want you to do me a great service; one that nobody but you can do. I
have plenty of persons ready to obey me, but none whom I dare trust. On some
very important business, which I will tell you about afterwards, I want to
speak to the Father - guardian of the Capuchins who brought you here to me, my
poor Lucia; but it is absolutely necessary that no one should know I have sent
for him. I have nobody but you who can secretly carry this message . . .`
Lucia was terrified at such a request; and with her own native modesty,
yet not without a strong expression of surprise, she endeavoured to dissuade
her by adducing reasons which the Signora ought to have understood and
foreseen: without her mother, without an escort, by a solitary road, in an
unknown country . . . But Gertrude, instructed in an infernal school,
manifested much surprise and displeasure at finding this stubborn opposition
in one whom she had so greatly benefited, and pretended to think her excuses
very frivolous. In broad dayligth - a mere step - a road Lucia had travelled
only a few days before, and which could be so described that even a person who
had never seen it could not possibly go astray! . . . In short, she said so
much, that the poor girl, touched at once with gratitude and shame, suffered
the words to escape: `Well, what am I to do?`
`Go to the convent of the Capuchins,` and here she again described the
road; `ask for the Father - guardian, and tell him to come to me as quickly as
possible; but not to let any one know that he comes at my request.`
`But what shall I say to the portress, who has never seen me go out, and
will therefore be sure to ask whither I am going?`
`Try to get out without her seeing you; and if you can`t manage it, tell
her you are going to such a church, where you have vowed to offer up some
prayers.`
Here was a new difficulty for Lucia, - to tell a falsehood; but the
Signora again showed herself so vexed by her repulses, and made her so ashamed
of herself for interposing a vain scruple in the way of gratitude, that the
poor girl, stupefied rather than convinced, and greatly affected by her words,
replied: `Very well; I will go. And may God help me!`
And she set off.
But Gertrude, who from her grated window followed her with a fixed and
anxious look, no sooner saw her set foot on the threshold, than, overcome by
an irresistible emotion, she exclaimed: `Listen, Lucia!`
Lucia turned round, and advanced towards the window. But another thought,
the thought accustomed to predominate, had already prevailed over Gertrude`s
unhappy mind. Pretending that she was not yet satisfied with the instructions
she had given, she again described to Lucia the road she must follow, and
dismissed her, saying: `Do everything as I have told you, and return quickly.`
Lucia departed.
She passed the gate of the cloister unobserved, and took the road along
the side of the wall, with her eyes bent to the ground; by the help of the
directions she had received, and her own recollection, she found the city
gate, and went out. Self - possessed, but still rather trembling, she
proceeded along the high road, and shortly reached the turn to the convent,
which she immediately recognized. This road was, and still is, buried, like
the bed of a river, between two high banks bordered with trees, which spread
their branches over it like a vaulted roof. Lucia felt her fears increase, and
quickened her steps, as she found herself quite alone on entering it: but a
few paces further her courage revived on seeing a travelling carriage
standing, and two travellers looking this and that way, as if uncertain of the
road. On drawing nearer, she overheard one of them saying: `Here is a good
woman, who will show us the way.` In fact, when she had got opposite the
carriage, the same person, with a more courteous manner than countenance,
turned and addressed her: `My good girl, can you tell us which is the way to
Monza?`
`You have taken the wrong direction,` replied the poor girl: `Monza is
there . . .` and turning to point it out with her finger, the other companion
(it was Nibbio) seized her unexpectedly round the waist, and lifted her from
the ground. Lucia, in great alarm, turned her head round, and uttered a
scream; the ruffian pushed her into the carriage; a third, who was seated in
the back of it, concealed from view, received her and forced her, in spite of
her struggles and cries, to sit down opposite to him; while another put a
handkerchief over her mouth, and stifled her cries. Nibbio now hastily threw
himself into the carriage, shut the door, and they set off at a rapid pace.
The other, who had made the treacherous inquiry, remained in the road, and
looked hurriedly around: no one was to be seen: he therefore sprang upon the
bank, grasped a branch of the hedge which was planted upon the summit, pushed
through the fence, and entering a plantation of green oaks, which, for a short
distance, ran along the side of the road, stooped down there, that he might
not be seen by the people who would probably be attracted by the cries. This
man was one of Egidio`s villains; he had been to watch near the gate of the
monastery, had seen Lucia go out, had noticed her dress and figure, and had
then run by a shorter way to wait for her at the appointed spot.
Who can represent the terror, the anguish of the unfortunate girl, or
describe what was passing in her mind? She opened her terrified eyes, from
anxiety to ascertain her horrible situation, and quickly closed them again
with a shudder of fear at the sight of the dreadful faces that met her view:
she writhed her body, but found that she was held down on all sides; she
collected all her strength, and made a desperate effort to push towards the
door; but two sinewy arms held her as if she were nailed to the bottom of the
carriage, while four other powerful hands supported her there. At every signal
she gave of intending to utter a cry, the handkerchief was instantly stuffed
into her mouth to smother the sound, while three infernal mouths, with voices
more human than they were accustomed to utter, continued to repeat: `Be still,
be still; don`t be afraid, we don`t want to do you any harm.` After a few
moments of agonized struggle, she seemed to become quieter; her arms sank by
her side, her head fell backwards, she half opened her eyelids, and her eyes
became fixed; the horrible faces which surrounded her appeared to mingle and
flock before her in one monstrous image; the colour fled from her cheek; a
cold moisture overspread her face; her consciousness vanished, and she fainted
away.
`Come, come, courage,` said Nibbio. `Courage, courage,` repeated the two
other ruffians; but the prostration of every faculty preserved Lucia, at that
moment, from hearing the consolations addressed to her by those horrible
voices.
`The - ! she seems to be dead,` said one of them: `if she`s really dead!`
`Pshaw!` said the other:`It`s only a swoon, such as women often fall
into. I know well enough that when I`ve wanted to send another, be it man or
woman, into the other world, it has required something more than this.
`Hold your tongues,` said Nibbio. `Attend to your own business, and mind
nothing else. Take your muskets from under the seat, and keep them in
readiness; for there are always some villains hidden in the wood we are
entering. Not in your hands, the -! put them behind your backs, and let them
lie there; don`t you see that she`s cowardly chicken, who faints for nothing?
If she sees firearms, it will be enough to kill her outright. And when she
recovers, take good care you don`t frighten her; don`t touch her unless I
beckon to you; I am enough to manage her. And hold your tongues: leave me to
talk to her.`
In the meanwhile, the carriage, which was proceeding at a very rapid
pace, entered the wood.
After some time, the unhappy Lucia gradually began to come to her senses,
as if awaking from a profound and troubled sleep, and slowly opened here eyes.
At first she found it difficult to distinguish the gloomy objects that
surrounded her, and collect her scattered thoughts; but she at last succeeded
in recalling her fearful situation. The first use she made of her newly
recovered, though still feeble, powers, was to rush towards the door, and
attempt to throw herself out; but she was forcibly restrained, and had only
time to get a glance at the wild solitude of the place through which they were
passing. She again uttered a cry; but Nibbio, holding up the handkerchief in
his dreaded hand, `Come,` said he, in the gentlest tone he could command, `be
quiet, and it will be better for you. We don`t want to do you any harm; but if
you don`t hold your tongue, we`ll make you.`
`Let me go! Who are you? Where are you taking me? Why have you seized me?
Let me go, let me go!`
`I tell you, you needn`t be afraid: you`re not a baby, and you ought to
understand that we don`t want to do you any harm. Don`t you see that we might
have murdered you a hundred times, if we had any bad intentions? - so be
quiet.`
`No, no let me go on my own business; I don`t know you.`
We know you, however,`
`O most holy Virgin! Let me go, for pity`s sake. Who are you? Why have
you taken me?`
`Because we have been bid to do so.`
`Who? Who? Who can have bid you?`
`Hush!` said Nibbio, with a stern look; `you mustn`t ask me such
questions.`
Lucia made a third attempt to throw herself suddenly out of the window;
but finding it in vain, she again had recourse to entreaties; and with her
head bent, her cheeks bathed with tears, her voice interrupted by sobs, and
her hands clasped before her, `Oh!` cried she, `for the love of God and the
most holy Virgin, let me go! What harm have I done? I am an innocent creature,
and have done nobody any harm. I forgive you the wrongs you have done me, from
the bottom of my heart, and will pray God for you. If any of you have a
daughter, a wife, a mother, think what they would suffer, if they were in this
state. Remember that we must all die, and that you will one day want God to be
merciful towards you. Let me go; leave me here; the Lord will teach me to find
my way.`
`We cannot.`
`You cannot! Oh my God! Why can`t you? Where are you taking me?
Why?`. . .
`We cannot` it`s no use asking. Don`t be afraid, for we won`t harm you:
be quiet, and nobody`ll touch you.`
Overcome with distress, agony, and terror at finding that her words made
no impression, Lucia turned to Him who holds the hearts of men in His hand,
and can, when it pleaseth Him, soften the most obdurate. She sank back into
the corner where she had been placed, crossed her arms on her breast, and
prayed fervently, from the bottom of her heart; then, drawing out her rosary,
she began to repeat the prayers with more faith and devotion than she had ever
done before in her life. From time to time she would turn to entreat her
companions, in hopes that she might gain the mercy she implored; but she
implored in vain. Then she fell back, and again became senseless, only to
awake to new anguish. But we have not the heart to relate these agonizing
vicissitudes more at length; a feeling of overpowering compassion makes us
hasten to the close of this mournful journey, which lasted for more than four
hours; succeeding which we shall be obliged to describe many hours of still
more bitter anguish. We will transport ourselves to the castle where the
unhappy girl was expected. She was awaited by the Unnamed with a solicitude
and anxiety of mind which were very unusual. Strange! that he who had disposed
of so many lives with an imperturbed heart, who in so many undertakings had
considered as nothing the sufferings he inflicted, unless it were sometimes to
glut his appetite with the fierce enjoyment of revenge, should now feel a
recoiling, a regret - I might almost say, a feeling of alarm, at the authority
he was exercising over this Lucia, - a stranger, a poor peasant - girl! From a
lofty window of his castle he had been for some time watching the entrance of
the valley; by and by the carriage made its appearance, slowly advancing along
the road; for the rapid pace at which they had at first started had curbed the
mettle and cooled the ardour of the horses. And although, from the post where
he stood to watch, the convoy looked no larger than one of those diminutive
vehicles with which children are wont to amuse themselves, yet he hesitated
not a moment to recognize it; and his heart began afresh to beat violently.
- Will she be there? - thought he immediately; and he continued to say to
himself: - What trouble this creature gives me! I will free myself from it.
And he prepared to summon one of his men, and despatch him immediately to
meet the carriage, with orders to Nibbio to turn round, and conduct her at
once to Don Rodrigo`s palace. But an imperative no, that instantly flashed
across his mind, made him at once abandon this design. Wearied at length by
the desire of ordering something to be done, and intolerably tired of idly
waiting the approach of the carriage, as it advanced slowly, step by step,
like a traitor to his punishment, he at length summoned an old woman of his
household.
This person was the daughter of a former keeper of the castle, had been
born within its walls, and spent all her life there. All that she had seen and
heard around her from her very infancy, had contributed to impress upon her
mind a lofty and terrible idea of the power of her masters; and the principal
maxim that she had acquired from instruction and example was, that they must
be obeyed in everything, because they were capable of doing either great good
or great harm. The idea of duty, deposited like a germ in the hearts of all
men, and mingling in hers with sentiments of respect, dread, and servile
devotion, was associated with, and solely directed to, these objects. When the
Unnamed became her lord, and began to make such terrible use of his power, she
felt, from the first, a kind of horror, and, at the same time, a more profound
feeling of subjection. In time she became habituated to what she daily saw and
heard around her: the potent and unbridled will of such a Signor was, in her
idea, a kind of justice appointed by fate. When somewhat advanced in years,
she had married a servant of the household, who, being sent on some hazardous
expedition, shortly afterwards left his bones on the highway, and her a widow
in the castle. The vengeance which the Signor quickly took on the instruments
of his death, yielded her a savage consolation, and increased her pride at
being under such protection.
From that time forward she rarely set foot outside the castle, and, by
degrees, retained no other ideas of human life than such as she received
within its precincts. She was not confined to any particular branch of
service, but among such a crowd of ruffians, one or other was constantly
finding her some thing to do, which furnished her with a never - failing
subject for grumbling. Sometimes she would have clothes to repair, sometimes a
meal to provide in haste, for one who had returned from an expedition, and
sometimes she was called upon to exercise her medical skill in dressing a
wound. The commands, reproaches, and thanks of these ruffians, were generally
seasoned with jokes and rude speeches: `old woman` was her usual appellation;
while the adjuncts which were perpetually attached to it, varied according to
the circumstances and humour of the speaker. Crossed thus in her idleness, and
irritated in her peevish temper, which were her two predominant passions, she
sometimes returned these compliments with language in which Satan might have
recognized more of his own spirit than in that of her tormentors.
`You see that carriage down there?` said the Signor to this amiable
specimen of woman - kind.
`I see it,` replied she, protruding her sharp chin, and staring with her
sunken eyes, as if trying to force them out of their sockets.
`Bid them prepare a litter immediately; get into it yourself, and let it
be carried to Malanotte instantly, that you may get there before the carriage;
it is coming on at a funeral pace. In that carriage there is . . . there ought
to be . . . a young girl. If she`s there, tell Nibbio it is my order that she
should be put into the litter, and that he must come directly to me. You will
come up in the litter with the . . . girl; and when you are up here, take her
into your own room. If she asks you where you are taking her, whom the castle
belongs to, take care . . .`
`Oh!` said the old woman.
`But,` continued the Unnamed, `try to encourage her.`
`What must I say to her?`
`What must you say to her? Try to encourage her, I tell you. Have you
come to this age, and don`t know how to encourage others when they want it!
Have you ever known sorrow of heart? Have you never been afraid? Don`t you
know what words soothe and comfort at such moments? Say those words to her;
find them in the remembrance of your own sorrows. Go directly.`
As soon as she had taken her departure, he stood for a while at the
window, with his eyes fixed on the carriage, which had already considerably
increased in size; afterwards he watched the sun, at that moment sinking
behind the mountain; then he contemplated the fleecy clouds scattered above
the setting orb, and from their usual greyish hue almost instantyneously
assuming a fiery tinge. He drew back, closed the window, and began to pace up
and down the apartment with the step of a hurried traveller.
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