THE FOOL ERRANT - World eBook Library - World Public Library

himself to doubt my gentility. I should be sorry to have to reckon how many more have gone his way, or for how many years I
have been obliged to shed blood in every new State I have chosen to inhabit. Those days are past and over; my reputation is
made; this order which I wear was presented to me by the Holy Father, and is at once my patent and my passport. If I need
another, it is here." He pointed to his sword, which reposed upon a narrow ledge of the chariot, behind my back.
I then told him a difficulty of my own, which was that, although I was a gentleman by birth who had waived his rank for reasons
unnecessary to be named, I had no passport into the Republic of Lucca. "I think it right to inform you, cavaliere," I added, "that
I also found it necessary to shed blood in Florence, and that consequently I have left that city somewhat abruptly and without a
passport. I should be sorry to put you to any inconvenience on my account, and assure you that you have only to express a
doubt—a hint will be enough—to be relieved of me and my wife at our first baiting-place."
He clasped my hand, saying, "I like your frankness—it pleases me vastly. And I see that I can help you. I have a very
commodious passport which will pass your charming lady, yourself and half a dozen children— if you had been so precocious
as to have them. Let us talk of more pleasant things than my magnanimity, if you please; the subject is naturally familiar to me."
This Cavaliere Aquamorta—he had the Order of the Golden Spur from his Holiness—was a tall spare man of a striking, if
truculent, presence, with a high forehead, prominent eyebrows, densely black, cheekbones like razors, a complexion of walnut,
and burning dark eyes. He carried his head high, and punctuated his vivacious utterances with snorts and free expectoration. He
was, as I had seen at once, very much overdressed; his jabot was too full, he had three watches, ring-laden fingers, not unduly
clean, and no less than five snuff-boxes, which he used in turn. He had certain delicate perceptions, however, which I must do
him the justice to record; for if he was overdressed, I (God knows) was not, and yet not one glance of his penetrating eyes was
turned in my direction which was not of deference and amiability. He treated me in every respect as if I had been his equal in
appearance, address and fortune. His gallantry to Virginia would have been, I thought, excessive if displayed to any woman in
the world. Before we had gone a league he had hold of her hand, to illustrate a story he was telling us of an intrigue he had had
with the Princess of Schaffhausen. "I took her Highness' hand—thus," says he, and took my wife's. "'Madame,' I said, 'upon the
honour of Aquamorta, the affair, having gone so far, must go all lengths. Logic and love alike demand it.'" The story was long;
by the end of it, it was to be seen that he still held Virginia's hand. Indeed, he held it more or less until we stopped at Empoli to
dine; and when we returned to the carriage, if I may be believed, this knight of the Spur resumed possession, and (as if it had
been a plaything) nursed, flourished, flirted, made raps with my wife's hand until we were near the end of the day and within a
few miles of the frontier of Lucca. Then at last he released it, kissing it first—popped his head out of the window, looked about
and started, gave a prodigious Ha! cleared his throat, spat twice, and sat down again.
He looked at me pleasantly but with penetration. "We have arrived at the dreadful field of Altopascio, where Castruccio
Castracane cut up the Florentine legions," says he, "and now, friend, your trials begin. My dear Signor Francis, believe me that I
shall never forget the honour you and your charming lady have done to the equipage and solitary splendour of Aquamorta, nor
the many marks of confidence and esteem you have both shown me throughout our delightful journey. Unhappily, so far as you
are concerned, dear sir, it is over for a while. It will be necessary for you to leave us. My passport"—he produced it—"is made
out for the Cavaliere Aquamorta, his lady, and servants. Your plan, therefore, will be to mount the box. I would take your place
and give you mine, but that I am too well known to be supposed my own lacquey; nor could my sensitive honour brook it if I
were. I would offer you my cloak, again, but that I fear it would betray you. It is perhaps a little out of key with the rest of your
apparel. Better, after all, take one of those rascals'. For the next few hours you are Fritz, remember—Fritz from Buda Pesth;
and I," he cried with a sprightly air, "am the happy, the indulged possessor of the most lovely of women." Again he kissed
Virginia's hand. Deeply annoyed as I was, there was nothing for it but to obey; and it was under these by no means dignified
circumstances that I entered the Republic of Lucca for the first time.
Worse was to follow—much worse. The man was without conscience in exacting from me the uttermost farthing of the bargain.
Arrived at the inn, where, it seemed, he had already bespoken the whole of the first floor, he led Virginia upstairs with the
greatest deference, hat in hand, past the bowing landlord and all his array of scullions, maidservants, lacqueys, porters and
cooks; and took no more notice of me than he had done of the horde of beggars at the door. Full of indignation, I started to
follow him, but his body-servant, an assured rogue if ever there was one, stopped me with a firm grip of my elbow. "Softly,
comrade, softly," says he. "They won't need you yet awhile. When hot metal is on the anvil my master is accustomed to strike."
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