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"I have no thanks," she ended warmly, "that can match the deeds by which you earned them, Messer Biancomonte." My eyes drifting to Giovanni's face surprised its sudden darkening. "Madonna Paola," said he, in an icy voice, "you have uttered a name that must not be heard within my walls of Pesaro, if you would prove yourself the friend of Boccadoro.
He was convinced, I think, for the time being. "Get you gone, then," he bade me. "I have other business to deal with ere I sleep. Mariani, see that Boccadoro is well lodged." The old man bowed, and lifting a torch from its socket, he silently motioned me to go with him. I made Messer Ramiro a profound obeisance, and withdrew in the wake of the seneschal.
"To be held up to scorn and ridicule is a part of the trade of such as I, and had it been just Boccadoro whom Giovanni had exposed to the derision of his Court, haply I had been his jester still. But such sport as that would have satisfied but ill the deep-seated malice of his soul.
"You were about to ask me," said I, "that I should accompany you to Pesaro." "I hesitated, sir," she murmured. I bowed respectfully. "There was not the need, Madonna," I assured her. "I am at your service." "But, Messer Boccadoro, I have no claim upon you." "Surely," said I, "the claim that every distressed lady has upon a man of heart. Let us say no more.
He lowered his voice "You are the man, the one man in Italy, whose interests are bound up with mine in this; therefore are you the one man to whom I can entrust that package." "I?" I gasped in amazement as well I might, for what interests had Boccadoro, the Fool, in common with Cesare Borgia, Cardinal of Valencia?
That work suffered interruption by the harsh voice of Ramiro. "Are you resolved, Boccadoro?" he growled at me. "Have you decided for the motley or the cord?" Instantly I fell into the part I was to play.
And the proportions of the jest that I was perpetrating afforded me no little amusement. It was a burla not unworthy the peerless gifts of Boccadoro, and a fitting one on which to close his wild career of folly. For had I not vowed that Boccadoro I would be no more once the errand on which I travelled was accomplished? By Cesare Borgia's grace I looked to
Not a doubt of it but he was taken with amazement to find such fighting qualities in a Fool an amazement that must have eclipsed even that of finding Boccadoro in the armour of Giovanni Sforza. Again he swung his sword in that favourite stroke of his; but this time I caught the edge upon my mace, and ere he could recover I aimed a blow straight at his face.
It was during this period of my existence that the poetic gifts I had discovered myself possessed of whilst at Pesaro, burst into full bloom; and not a little relief did I find in the penning of those love-songs the true expression of what was in my heart which have since been given to the world under the title of Le Rime di Boccadoro.
Swords leapt from their scabbards mere toy weapons were they, meant more for ornament than offence, yet were they the earnest of the stouter arms those gentlemen were ready to wield when the time came. He quieted their clamours with a dignified wave of the hand. "When that day comes I shall see to it that Boccadoro has his deserts.
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