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He then declares that, after mature deliberation, "cassiamo, discacciamo, e togliamo" from the list of chappellary singers these three, and that they ought to be "cassati, discacciati, e tolti dalla cappella," and that after the present order they "cassino, discaccino, e tolgano."
"But as for the other matter, there can be little danger of your overstepping the mark. Father Cassati is of a somewhat roistering disposition, over-fond of the bottle, in truth, although it giveth me pain to speak thus of one of my own Order, and I have been informed, moveth at his own will about the ship.
So far at least I had made no mistake; evidently this Père Cassati was "hail fellow, well met" among these riotous guards aboard the "Santa Maria," and I had played the part to their complete undoing. But now I was facing a new experience, and stiffened myself to meet it boldly, uncertain still what trick fate might have in store.
I knew instantly by the bold ring of the words that henceforward I might trust him to the death. "I thought you would. Now a question more, and then I must have food. Can you prepare for my use one of your robes?" "Easily, Monsieur; Father Cassati left one behind at the chapter-house when he went aboard ship, and you do not greatly differ in point of size.
To lower the long gray skirt of my monk's robe until it touched the deck planks, loosening as I did so the hunting knife securely hidden within my waist-belt, and to draw up the coarse, ample hood, thus better to conceal my features, after the same manner I was pleased to note Cassati wore his, were my first duties. The way of procedure had been made clear; fate had seemingly solved that problem.
Then, with silent gesture of warning, I flung aside the heavy cowl which had concealed my features. "You, I presume, are Charles de Noyan," I said gravely. "I am not Father Cassati, nor drunken priest of any Order of Holy Church." The prisoner was thoroughly astounded.
I must either see the path I am to travel by good daylight, or else procure a guide. This Father Cassati might answer. Is he one to trust?" The priest turned his head away with a quick gesture of indignant dissent. "Nay!" he exclaimed emphatically. "He must never be approached upon such a matter.
"But the prisoners are Catholics; surely they are permitted the offices of the Church at such a time?" A hard look swept across the Capuchin's pale, ascetic face. "Oh, ay! I had quite forgotten," he explained bitterly. "They enjoy the ministrations of Father Cassati, of our Order, as representative of Holy Church." "Pouf!" I muttered gloomily. "It is bad to have the guard-lines drawn so closely.
Incidentally as I passed back and forth I revisited Father Cassati, still resting easily in his bonds, but now peacefully sleeping off his earlier potations undiscovered upon the hard deck. Returning with my treasure, I payed it out into the intense blackness of the cuddy hole, and anxiously awaited developments below.
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