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"Farewell, sir," said Adone. And with an obeisance he went out of the chamber. "Poor boy! Poor, passionate, dear youth!" thought Don Silverio as the door closed. "He thinks me cold and without emotion; how little he knows! He cannot suffer as I suffer for him and for my poor wretched people. What will they do when they shall know?
With your superiority to them you must easily rule the embryo rioters of the Valdedera. If, to your efforts it should be owing that the population remain quiet, and that this Adone Alba and others in a similar position come to me in an orderly manner and a pliant spirit, I will engage that this service to us on your part shall not be forgotten." He paused; but Don Silverio did not reply.
The following was found by the Reverend Father Adone Doni, in the Archives of the Monastery of Santa Croce, at Verona.
"Poor little soul," thought Don Silverio. "Poor little soul! Has Adone no eyes?" Adone had eyes, but they saw other things than a little maiden in the meadow-grass. To her he was a deity; she believed in him and worshipped him with the strongest faith, as a little sister might have done.
"It should serve some great end," said Don Silverio, not knowing very well what he meant or to what he desired to move the young man's mind. "Nobility of blood should make the hands cleaner, the heart higher, the aims finer." Adone had shrugged his shoulders. "We are all equal!" he answered. "We are not all equal," the priest said curtly. "There is not equality in nature.
"Who knows where you will rest to-morrow?" she thought; and she went backwards down the ladder noiselessly so as not to awaken a sleeper, whose awaking might be so sorrowful. Gianna went back to the house and busied herself with her usual tasks; she could hear the voices of Adone and Clelia Alba in the chamber above; they sounded in altercation, but their words she could not hear.
Adone went back to his oxen, standing dozing with drooped heads; he gathered up the reins of rope and mounted the waggon, raising the heads of the sleepy beasts. He held his goad in his hand; the golden gorze was piled behind him; he was in full sunlight, his hair was lifted by the breeze from his forehead; his face was flushed and set and stern.
"No one will hear; tell me!" said the child. He told her. "And what are you to do?" she asked, her eyes dilated with horror. "According to him," said Adone bitterly, "I am to be meek and helpless as the heifer which goes to the slaughter. Men must not resist what the law permits." Nerina was mute.
He struck a match and went up to his room, and threw himself, dressed, upon his bed. His mother was listening for his return, but she did not call to him. She knew he was a man now, and must be left to his own will. "What ails Adone that he is not home?" had asked old Gianna. Clelia Alba had been herself perturbed by his absence at that hour, but she had answered:
"They are bringing the lads in from the moors." And Gianna shrieked, "Adone! They have got Adone!" Don Silverio sprang to his feet. "Adone! Have you taken Adone Alba?" "The ringleader! By Bacchus! Yes," cried the brigadier, with a laugh. "He will get thirty years at the galleys. Your flock does you honour, Reverendissimo!"
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