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Had he not been willing to meet old Tamerlane with that same sword? They turned about, and were near the tunnel gate going to report, when it was thrown open with great force, and the Emperor Constantine appeared on horseback, the horse bloody with spurring and necked with foam. Riding to the Count he drew rein. "Sir Count, where is my kinswoman?" Corti kissed his hand.
"For breakfast especially; though when you come to dine with His Majesty do not be surprised to see them early in course." "Pardon the detention, my Lord I will make trial of these in the morning." Then to the fisherman the Count said, carelessly: "Keep thy place until I return." Corti saw the Dean out of the eastern gate of the enclosure, and returned. "What, still here!" he said, to the dealer.
We know now who Count Corti is, and the objects of his coming to Constantinople that he is a secret agent of Mahommed that, summed up in the fewest words, his business is to keep the city in observation, and furnish reports which will be useful to his master in the preparation the latter is making for its conquest.
Corti could not do else than accept. Finally, to complete the narrative, he never married. The reasonable inference is, he never met a woman with graces sufficient to drive the Princess Irene from his memory. After the death of the Countess, his mother, he went up to Rome, and crowned a long service as chief of the Papal Guard by dying of a wound received in a moment of victory.
Caesar's plans with regard to Florence were now no longer a mystery: since the month of January he had sent to Pisa ten or twelve hundred men under the Command of Regniero della Sassetta and Piero di Gamba Corti, and as soon as the conquest of the Romagna was complete, he had further despatched Oliverotto di Fermo with new detachments.
The knight we have seen on the deck of the new arrival in the Golden Horn viewing with melancholy interest the cities on either side of the fairest harbor on earth, is in easy English speech, Count Corti, the Italian. Thus far the Count had been successful in his extraordinary mission, yet he was not happy. He had made three discoveries during his journey his mother, his country, his religion.
The repetition was in restraint of the eager gunners. Further remark was cut short by a trumpet sounded at the foot of the tower. An officer peered over the wall, and reported: "Your Majesty, a knight just issued from the gate is riding forth. I take him to be the Italian, Count Corti." Constantine became a spectator of what ensued.
When we reached Augsburg we alighted at the "Three Moors," but the landlord told us that though he could give us a good dinner he could not put us up, as the whole of the hotel had been engaged by the French ambassador. I called on M. Corti, the banker to whom I was accredited, and he soon got me a furnished house with a garden, which I took for six months. The Renaud liked it immensely.
Five minutes ten fifteen then through the breach by which Justiniani ingloriously fled Theophilus Palaeologus came with bared brand to vindicate his imperial blood by nobly dying; and with him came Count Corti, Francesco de Toledo, John the Dalmatian, and a score and more Christian gentlemen who well knew the difference between an honorable death and a dishonored life. Steadily the sun arose.
Oh, the years she had mourned for him! Her love was deep as the sea! Tears again and without thought of what he did all aimlessly he returned to the door. "This castle was sacked and burned by pirates, was it not?" he asked the linkman. "Yes." "They slew the Count Corti?" "Yes." "And carried off his son?" "Yes." "Had he other children?" "No." "What was the name of the boy?" "Ugo."
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