XIX
We issued out into the silence of the night. There had been a littlerain during the day, and the air in consequence was fresh and sweet; thelight breeze of the spring made one expand one's lungs and draw in longbreaths. One felt the trees bursting out into green leaves, and the budson the plants opening their downy mantles and discovering the flowerwithin. Light clouds were wandering lazily along the sky, and betweenthem shone out a few dim stars. Checco and Matteo walked in front, whileI lingered enjoying the spring night; it filled me with a sweet sadness,a reaction from the boisterous joy of the evening, and pleasant by thecontrast.
When Matteo fell behind and joined me, I received him a littleunwillingly, disappointed at the interruption of my reverie.
'I asked Checco what the Count had said to him of the taxes, but hewould not tell me; he said he wanted to think about the conversation.'
I made no answer, and we walked on in silence. We had left the piazza,and were going through the narrow streets bordered by the tall blackhouses. It was very late, and there was not a soul about; there was nosound but that of our own footsteps, and of Checco walking a few yardsin front. Between the roofs of the houses only a little strip of skycould be seen, a single star, and the clouds floating lazily. The warmair blew in my face, and filled me with an intoxication of melancholy. Ithought how sweet it would be to fall asleep this night, and never againto wake. I was tired, and I wanted the rest of an endless sleep....
Suddenly I was startled by a cry.
I saw from the shadow of the houses black forms spring out on Checco. Anarm was raised, and a glittering instrument flashed in the darkness. Hestaggered forward.
'Matteo,' he cried. 'Help! Help!'
We rushed forward, drawing our swords. There was a scuffle, three of usagainst four of them, a flash of swords, a cry from one of the men as hereeled and fell with a wound from Matteo's sword. Then another rush, alittle band of men suddenly appeared round the corner, and ErcolePiacentini's voice, crying,--
'What is it? What is it?'
And Matteo's answer,--
'Help us, Ercole! I have killed one. Checco is stabbed.'
'Ah!' a cry from Ercole, and with his men he rushed into the fray.
A few more cries, still the flash of swords, the fall of heavy bodies onthe stones.
'They are done for!' said Matteo.
The shouts, the clang of metal woke up the neighbours; lights were seenat the windows, and night-capped women appeared shrieking; doors werethrown open, and men came out in their shirts, sword in hand.
'What is it? What is it?'
'Checco, are you hurt?' asked Matteo.
'No; my coat of mail!'
'Thank God you had it on! I saw you stagger.'
'It was the blow. At first I did not know whether I was hurt or not.'
'What is it? What is it?'
The neighbours surrounded us.
'They have tried to murder Checco! Checco d'Orsi!'
'My God! Is he safe?'
'Who has done it?'
All eyes were turned to the four men, each one lying heaped up on theground, with the blood streaming from his wounds.
'They are dead!'
'Footpads!' said Ercole; 'they wanted to rob you, and did not know youwere accompanied.'
'Footpads! Why should footpads rob me this night?' said Checco. 'I wishthey were not dead.'
'Look, look!' said a bystander, 'there is one moving.'
The words were hardly out of the man's mouth before one of Ercole'ssoldiers snatched up his dagger and plunged it in the man's neck,shouting,--
'Bestia!'
A tremor went through the prostrate body, and then it was quite still.
'You fool!' said Matteo, angrily. 'Why did you do that?'
'He is a murderer,' said the soldier.
'You fool, we wanted him alive, not dead. We could have found out whohired him.'
'What do you mean?' said Ercole. 'They are common robbers.'
'Here is the guard,' cried someone.
The guard came, and immediately there was a babel of explanation. Thecaptain stepped forward, and examined the men lying on the ground.
'They are all dead,' he said.
'Take them away,' said Ercole. 'Let them be put in a church tillmorning.'
'Stop!' cried Checco. 'Bring a light, and let us see if we can recognisethem.'
'Not now, it is late. To-morrow you can do what you like.'
'To-morrow it will be later, Ercole,' answered Checco. 'Bring a light.'
Torches were brought, and thrust into the face of each dead man.Everyone eagerly scrutinised the features, drawn up in their last agony.
'I don't know him.'
Then to another.
'No.'
And the other two also were unknown. Checco examined the face of thelast, and shook his head. But a man broke out excitedly,--
'Ah! I know him.'
A cry from us all.
'Who is it?'
'I know him. It is a soldier, one of the Count's guard.'
'Ah!' said Matteo and Checco, looking at one another. 'One of theCount's guard!'
'That is a lie,' said Ercole. 'I know them all, and I have never seenthat face before. It is a footpad, I tell you.'
'It is not. I know him well. He is a member of the guard.'
'It is a lie, I tell you.'
'Ercole is doubtless right,' said Checco. 'They are common thieves. Letthem be taken away. They have paid a heavy price for their attempt.Good-night, my friends. Good-night, Ercole, and thanks.'
The guard took hold of the dead men by the head and by the feet, and oneafter another, in single file, they bore them off down the dark street.We three moved on, the crowd gradually melted away, and everything againbecame dark and silent.
We walked home side by side without speaking. We came to the PalazzoOrsi, entered, walked upstairs, one after the other, into Checco'sstudy, lights were brought, the door closed carefully, and Checco turnedround to us.
'Well?'
Neither I nor Matteo spoke. Checco clenched his fist, and his eyesflashed as he hissed out,--
'The cur!'
We all knew the attempt was the Count's....
'By God! I am glad you are safe,' said Matteo.
'What a fool I was to be taken in by his protestations! I ought to haveknown that he would never forget the injury I had done him.'
'He planned it well,' said Matteo.
'Except for the soldier,' I remarked. 'He should not have chosen anyonewho could be recognised.'
'Probably he was the leader. But how well he managed everything,keeping us after the others, and nearly persuading Filippo and me to gohome before you. Caterina was in the plot.'
'I wonder he did not defer the attempt when he found you would not bealone,' I said to Checco.
'He knows I am never alone, and such an opportunity would not easilyoccur again. Perhaps he thought they could avoid you two, or even murderyou as well.'
'But Ercole and his men?' I said.
'Yes, I have been thinking about them. The only explanation I have isthat he placed them there to cover their flight if they succeeded, andif they failed or could not escape, to kill them.'
'As, in fact, they did. I thought I saw Ercole make a sign to thesoldier who stabbed the only living one.'
'Possibly. The idea was evidently to destroy all witnesses and allopportunity for inquiry.'
'Well,' said Matteo, 'it will show others that it is dangerous to dodirty work for the Riario.'
'It will indeed!'
'And now, what is to happen?' said Matteo.
Checco looked at him, but did not reply.
'Do you still refuse to do to Girolamo as he has tried to do to you?'
Checco answered quietly,--
'No!'
'Ah!' we both cried. 'Then you consent?'
'I see no reason now for not taking the law into my own hands.'
'Assassination?' whispered Matteo.
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p; And Checco answered boldly,--
'Assassination!' Then, after a pause, 'It is the only way open to me. Doyou remember Lorenzo's words? They have been with me every day, and Ihave considered them very, very deeply: "Let Checco know that it is onlythe fool who proposes to himself an end, when he cannot or will notattain it; but the man who deserves the name of man marches straight tothe goal with clearness of mind and strength of will. He looks at thingsas they are, putting aside all vain appearances, and when hisintelligence has shown him the means to his end, he is a fool if herefuses them, and he is a wise man if he uses them steadily andunhesitatingly." I know the end, and I will attain it. I know the means,and I will use them steadily, without hesitation.'
'I am glad to hear you speak like that at last!' said Matteo. 'We shallhave plenty to help us. The Moratini will join at once. Jacopo Ronchiand Lodovico Pansecchi are so bitter against the Count they will comewith us as soon as they hear you have decided to kill the enemy of usall.'
'You are blind, Matteo. Do you not see what we must do? You mistake themeans for the end.'
'What do you mean?'
'The death of Girolamo is only a means. The end is further and higher.'
Matteo did not speak.
'I must keep my hands clean from any base motive. It must not seem thatI am influenced by any personal incentive. Nothing must come from me.The idea of assassination must come from outside.'
'Whom do you--'
'I think Bartolomeo Moratini must propose it, and I will yield to hisinstances.'
'Good! then I will go to him.'
'That will not do either. Neither you nor I must be concerned in it.Afterwards it must be clear to all minds that the Orsi were influencedsolely by the public welfare. Do you see? I will tell you how it mustbe. Filippo must help us. He must go to Bartolomeo, and from his greataffection for us talk of our danger and intreat Bartolomeo to persuademe to the assassination. Do you understand, Filippo?'
'Perfectly!'
'Will you do it?'
'I will go to him to-morrow.'
'Wait till the news of the attempt has spread.'
I smiled at the completeness with which Checco had arranged everything;he had evidently thought it all out. How had his scruples disappeared?
The blackness of the night was sinking before the dawn when we bade oneanother good-night.