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To dispute what Don Silverio said was like blasphemy to her; she honoured him with all her soul, but she loved Adone. She loved the Edera water too; that fair green rippling water, on whose bank she had sat naked under the dock leaves the day the two rams had fought. That which was threatened was an unholy, wicked, cruel robbery. Was it indeed necessary to yield to it in submission?
In half an hour she came, distressed and frightened. "Sir, I know not of her; I should not dare to harbour her, even in the cattle-stall. Madonna Clelia would turn me adrift. When Madonna Clelia has once spoken " "Adone is at home?" "Alas! No, sir. He went out at nightfall; we have not seen him since.
These were not troopers; they were small men, on foot, linen-clad, moving stealthily, and as if in fear; only the tubes of their muskets glistened in the light of the great planets. She crouched down lower and lower, trying to enter the ground and hide; she hoped they would go onward, and then she could run faster than they and reach the hollow, and warn Adone and his fellows.
Scarcely had that day dawned when Adone had risen and had gone across the river to the presbytery, bearing with him a dozen eggs, two flasks of his best wine, and a bunch of late-flowering roses.
His strength, naturally great, had given way under the mental and physical sufferings of the last six months, although no word of lament had ever escaped him. Like all generous natures he rebuked himself for the sins of others. Incessantly he asked himself might he not have saved Adone?
Maybe your reverence has deemed it your duty to tell the authorities that which you say they have learned?" A knife through his breast-bone would have given a kindlier wound to his hearer. Amazement under such an outrage was stronger in Don Silverio than any other feeling for the first moment. Adone Adone! his scholar, his beloved, his disciple! spoke to him thus!
Adone, moved by long habit of obedience and deference, leapt with his agile feet on to the border of the trench and stood there, silent, sullen, ready to repel reproof with insolence. "Is it worthy of you to ruin the name of a girl of sixteen by sending her on midnight errands to your fellow-rebels?" Don Silverio spoke bluntly; he spoke only on suspicion, but his tone was that of a direct charge.
"We kill ourselves oftentimes; or we hasten our end, as drunkards do." "Did your father hasten his end?" said his mother. "Did not some one break that olive branch? It was not the tree itself, though the Ruscino folks would have it cut down because they called it a felon." "Was it not the devil?" said Adone.
But the place and the name were well known in the district to hundreds of peasants, who knew no more who or what Asdrubal had been than they knew the names of the stars which form the constellation of Perseus. Adone had summoned his friends to be there by nightfall, and he was passing from the confines of his own lands on to those of the open moors when the child saw him.
The remorse in his soul was keen, inasmuch as without him Adone would never have known of his descent from the lords of Ruscino, and never, probably, have acquired that "little learning" which a poet of the north has said is a dangerous thing.
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