XXIII
Among the members of the Count's household was Fabrizio Tornielli, acousin of the Orsi on the mother's side. Checco had told him that hewished to talk with Girolamo about the money he owed him, and thoughtthe best opportunity would be when the Count was alone after the mealwhich he was in the habit of taking at three. But as he was very anxiousto find the Count entirely by himself, he begged his cousin to make hima sign when the time came.... Fabrizio had agreed, and we had arrangedto stroll about the piazza till we saw him. We came across our friends;to me they looked different from everyone else. I wondered that peopleas they passed did not stop them and ask what was disturbing them.
At last, one of the Palace windows was opened, and we saw FabrizioTornielli standing in it, looking down on the piazza. Our opportunityhas come. My heart beat so violently against my chest that I had to putmy hand to it. Besides Matteo and myself, Marco Scorsacana, LodovicoPansecchi and Scipione Moratini were to accompany Checco into thePalace. Checco took my arm and we walked slowly up the steps while theothers followed on our heels. The head of the Orsi had a key of gold,that is to say he was admitted to the ruler's presence whenever hepresented himself, and without formality. The guard at the door salutedas we passed, making no question. We ascended to Girolamo's privateapartments, and were admitted by a servant. We found ourselves in anante-room, in one wall of which was a large doorway, closed bycurtains....
'Wait for me here,' said Checco. 'I will go in to the Count.'
The servant raised the curtain; Checco entered, and the curtain fellback behind him.
Girolamo was alone, leaning against the sill of an open window. Hestretched out his hand kindly.
'Ah, Checco, how goes it?'
'Well; and you?'
'Oh, I am always well when I get among my nymphs.'
He waved his hand to the frescoes on the walls. They were the work of acelebrated artist, and represented nymphs sporting, bathing, weavinggarlands and offering sacrifice to Pan; the room had been christened theChamber of the Nymphs.
Girolamo looked round with a contented smile.
'I am glad everything is finished at last,' he said. 'Eight years agothe stones with which the house is built had not been hewn out of therock, and now every wall is painted, everything is carved and decorated,and I can sit down and say, "It is finished."'
'It is indeed a work to be proud of,' said Checco.
'You don't know how I have looked forward to this, Checco. Until now Ihave always lived in houses which others had built, and decorated, andlived in; but this one has grown up out of my own head; I have watchedevery detail of its construction, and I feel it mine as I have neverfelt anything mine before.'
He paused a minute, looking at the room.
'Sometimes I think I have lost in its completion, for it gave me manypleasant hours to watch the progress. The hammer of the carpenter, theclick of the trowel on the brick were music to my ears. There is alwaysa melancholy in everything that is finished; with a house, the moment ofits completion is the commencement of its decay. Who knows how long itwill be before these pictures have mouldered off the walls, and the verywalls themselves are crumbling to dust?'
'As long as your family reigns in Forli your palace will preserve itssplendour.'
'Yes, and it seems to me that as the family will preserve the house, sothe house will preserve the family. I feel myself firmer and moresettled in Forli; this seems like a rock to which my fortunes can cling.But I am full of hope. I am still young and strong. I have a good thirtyyears of life before me, and what can one not do in thirty years? Andthen, Checco, my children! What a proud day it will be for me when I cantake my son by the hand and say to him, "You are a full-grown man, andyou are capable of taking up the sceptre when death takes it from myhand." And it will be a good present I shall leave him. My head is fullof plans. Forli shall be rich and strong, and its prince shall not needto fear his neighbours, and the Pope and Florence shall be glad of hisfriendship.'
He looked into space, as if he saw the future.
'But, meanwhile, I am going to enjoy life. I have a wife whom I love, ahouse to be proud of, two faithful cities. What more can I want?'
'You are a fortunate man,' said Checco.
There was a short silence. Checco looked at him steadily. The Countturned away, and Checco put his hand to his dagger. He followed him. Ashe was approaching, the Count turned again with a jewel that he had justtaken from the window sill.
'I was looking at this stone when you came,' he said. 'Bonifazio hasbrought it me from Milan, but I am afraid I cannot afford it. It is verytempting.'
He handed it to Checco to look at.
'I don't think it is better than the one you have on your neck,' hesaid, pointing to the jewel which was set in a medallion of gold hangingfrom a heavy chain.
'Oh yes,' said Girolamo. 'It is much finer. Look at the two together.'
Checco approached the stone he held in his hand to the other, and, as hedid so, with his other fingers pressed against the Count's chest. Hewanted to see whether by any chance he wore a coat of mail; he did notmean to make the same mistake as the Count.... He thought there wasnothing; but he wished to make quite sure.
'I think you are right,' he said, 'but the setting shows off the other,so that at first sight it seems more brilliant. And no wonder, for thechain is a masterpiece.'
He took it up as if to look at it, and as he did so put his hand on theCount's shoulder. He was certain now.
'Yes,' said Girolamo, 'that was made for me by the best goldsmith inRome. It is really a work of art.'
'Here is your stone,' said Checco, handing it to him, but awkwardly, sothat when Girolamo wanted to take it, it fell between their hands.Instinctively he bent down to catch it. In a moment Checco drew hisdagger and buried it in the Count's back. He staggered forward and fellin a heap on his face.
'Oh God!' he cried, 'I am killed.'
It was the first thing we had heard outside. We heard the cry, the heavyfall. The servant rushed to the curtain.
'They are killing my master,' he cried.
'Be quiet, you fool!' I said, seizing his head from behind and with myhands on his mouth dragging him backwards. At the same moment Matteodrew his dagger and pierced the man's heart. He gave a convulsive leapinto the air, and then as he fell I pushed him so that he rolled to oneside.
Immediately afterwards the curtain was lifted and Checco appeared,leaning against the door-post. He was as pale as death, and tremblingviolently. He stood silent for a moment, open-mouthed, so that I thoughthe was about to faint; then with an effort he said in a hoarse, brokenvoice,--
'Gentlemen, we are free!'
A cry burst from us,--
'Liberty!'
Lodovico Pansecchi asked,--
'Is he dead?'
A visible shudder passed through Checco, as if he had been struck by anicy wind. He staggered to a chair and groaned,--
'Oh God!'
'I will go and see,' said Pansecchi, lifting the curtain and entering.
We stood still, waiting for him. We heard a heavy sound, and as heappeared, he said,--
'There is no doubt now.'
There was blood on his hands. Going up to Checco, he handed him thejewelled dagger.
'Take this. It will be more use to you than where you left it.'
Checco turned away in disgust.
'Here, take mine,' said Matteo. 'I will take yours. It will bring megood luck.'
The words were hardly out of his mouth when a step was heard outside.Scipione looked out cautiously.
'Andrea Framonti,' he whispered.
'Good luck, indeed!' said Matteo.
It was the captain of the guard. He was in the habit of coming every dayabout this hour to receive the password from the Count. We had forgottenhim. He entered.
'Good-day to you, gentlemen! Are you waiting to see the Count?'
He caught sight of the corpse lying against the wall.
'Good God! what is this? What is
--?'
He looked at us, and stopped suddenly. We had surrounded him.
'Treason!' he cried. 'Where is the Count?'
He looked behind him; Scipione and Matteo barred the door.
'Treason!' he shouted, drawing his sword.
At the same moment we drew ours and rushed for him. He parried a few ofour blows, but we were too many, and he fell pierced with a dozenwounds.
The sight of the fray had a magical effect on Checco. We saw himstanding up, drawn to his full height, his cheeks aflame, his eyesflashing.
'Good, my friends, good! Luck is on our side,' he said. 'Now we mustlook alive and work. Give me my dagger, Matteo; it is sacred now. It hasbeen christened in blood with the name of Liberty. Liberty, my friends,Liberty!'
We flourished our swords and shouted,--
'Liberty!'
'Now, you, Filippo, take Lodovico Pansecchi and Marco, and go to theapartment of the Countess; tell her that she and her children areprisoners, and let no one enter or leave. Do this at any cost.... Therest of us will go out and rouse the people. I have twenty servantsarmed whom I told to wait in the piazza; they will come and guard thePalace and give you any help you need. Come!'
I did not know the way to the Countess's chamber, but Marco had been aspecial favourite and knew well the ins and outs of the Palace. Heguided me to the door, where we waited. In a few minutes we heard criesin the piazza, and shouts of 'Liberty.' There came a tramp of feet upthe stairs. It was Checco's armed servants. Some of them appeared wherewe were. I sent Marco to lead the others.
'Clear the Palace of all the servants. Drive them out into the piazza,and if anyone resists, kill him.'
Marco nodded and went off. The door of the Countess's apartments wasopened, and a lady said,--
'What is this noise?'
But immediately she saw us, she gave a shriek and ran back. Then,leaving two men to guard the door, I entered with Pansecchi and therest. The Countess came forward.
'What is the meaning of this?' she said angrily. 'Who are you? What arethese men?'
'Madam,' I said, 'the Count, your husband, is dead, and I have been sentto take you prisoner.'
The women began to weep and wail, but the Countess did not move amuscle. She appeared indifferent to my intelligence.
'You,' I said, pointing to the ladies and women servants, 'you are toleave the Palace at once. The Countess will be so good as to remain herewith her children.'
Then I asked where the children were. The women looked at theirmistress, who said shortly,--
'Bring them!'
I signed to Pansecchi, who accompanied one of the ladies out of theroom, and reappeared with the three little children.
'Now, madam,' I said, 'will you dismiss these ladies?'
She looked at me a moment, hesitating. The cries from the piazza weregrowing greater; it was becoming a roar that mounted to the Palacewindows.
'You can leave me,' she said.
They broke again into shrieks and cries, and seemed disinclined to obeythe order. I had no time to waste.
'If you do not go at once, I shall have you thrown out!'
The Countess stamped her foot.
'Go when I tell you! Go!' she said. 'I want no crying and screaming.'
They moved to the door like a flock of sheep, trampling on one another,bemoaning their fate. At last I had the room free.
'Madam,' I said, 'you must allow two soldiers to remain in the room.'
I locked the two doors of the chamber, mounted a guard outside each, andleft her.