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Updated: June 11, 2025
He came some few steps to meet her, and escorted her to a seat next to his own, so that Falcone moved down to another vacant stool. Her women found place behind her. An usher set a chair for me, and I, too, sat down, immediately facing the Emperor's Lieutenant. Then another usher in a loud voice summoned Cosimo to appear and state his grievance.
My father turned to Falcone, and held out his hand. Falcone sprang to give him a heavy iron gauntlet. Holding this by the fingers, my father took a step towards Cosimo, and he was smiling, very calm again after his late furious mood. "Be it so," he said. "Since you say that I lie, I do here challenge you to prove it upon my body."
He saw an iron-grey man in good peasant's clothes of dark blue with broad silver buttons, a man with a true Roman face, a small aquiline nose, and keen, dark eyes. He turned away, and began to retrace his steps. In half an hour he was at the door of the old Falcone inn, gone now like many relics of that day.
Fra Gervasio, who was then my tutor, and with whom my mornings were spent in perfecting my Latin and giving me the rudiments of Greek, soon had his suspicions of where the hour of the siesta was spent by me with old Falcone. But the good, saintly man held his peace, a matter which at that time intrigued me.
As we were ambling by a forest path, Galeotto abruptly turned to me, Falcone at the time being some little way in advance of us, and startled me by his words. "Cavalcanti's daughter seemed to move you strangely, Agostino," he said, and watched me turn pale under his keen glance. In my confusion more or less at random "What should Cavalcanti's daughter be to me?" I asked.
Thus, then, my mother now, commanding that hideous deed with a mind at peace in pharisaic self-righteousness. But not again would I stand by as I had stood by in the case of Falcone, and let her cruel, pietistic will be done. I had grown since then, and I had ripened more than I was aware. It remained for this moment to reveal to me the extent.
That woman, it seems, could not quite dehumanize him." And he came down heavily, to ask Falcone what news he bore. The old equerry drew a letter from under his leathern jacket. "From Ferrante?" quoth the Lord of Pagliano eagerly, peering over Galeotto's shoulder. "Ay," said Galeotto, and he broke the seal. He stood to read, with knitted brows.
He fell into an attitude of profound attention. Angioletto, having bowed once more, began. It so happened that Lorenzo de' Medici, that monster of genius, had not long printed his Caccia col falcone. Angioletto had it by heart against his need; using it now he could never have made a better choice as, indeed, he guessed.
"It is well," he said, at last, and passed the sheet to Cavalcanti. "Farnese is in Piacenza already, and the Pope will sway the College to give his bastard the ducal crown. It is time we stirred." He turned to Falcone, whilst Cavalcanti read the letter. "Take food and rest, good Gino. For to-morrow you ride again with me. And so shall you, Agostino." "I ride again?"
I refuse to believe that the citizens were accustomed to sacrifice three youths annually to Falcone; and as for the other two deities, little is known of them except that their destruction marked the advent of the young religion. Pancrazio was the name of him who was destined to be our patron saint through the coming centuries.
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