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My men are almost all at Montelimar awaiting my commands. I'll dispatch a messenger with orders that they are to spread themselves throughout Dauphiny upon this quest." The door opened, and Fortunio entered. He was still unwashed and terrible to look upon, all blood-bespattered. The sight of him drove a shudder through Tressan. The Marquise grew solicitous.
"Monsieur Fortunio," the Marquise said, very softly, "heed not Monsieur Marius's words. Attend to me. The Marquis de Condillac, as no doubt you will have learned for yourself, is lying at La Rochette. Now it happens that he is noxious to us let the reasons be what they may. We need a friend to put him out of our way. Will you be that friend?"
Looking up, I saw Fortunio in a transport of passion. "Fool little fool! Will you be like all the commentators? Will you forget what Virgil has said and put your own nonsense into his golden mouth?" He stepped across, picked up the book, found the passage, and then turning back a page or so, read out "Saepta armis solioque alte subnixa resedit." "Alte!
Garnache's mind, actuated by very different motives, was engaged upon the same task, so much so that not a word heard he of what his supposed compatriot was whispering. Whence came this courier? Why had not that fool Fortunio asked him, so that Garnache might have overheard his answer? Was he from Paris and the Queen, or was he, perchance, from Italy and Florimond?
"Monsieur le Capitaine," it said, and Fortunio shivered at the sound, for it was the voice he had heard but a few hours ago, "I welcome the opportunity of resuming our last night's interrupted sword-play." And he advanced deliberately. Marius's sword had fallen away from his brother's, and the two combatants stood pausing. Fortunio without more ado made for the door.
Before I was six years old, I was erudite in that primitive literature in which the legends of all nations are traced to a common fountain, Puss in Boots, Tom Thumb, Fortunio, Fortunatus, Jack the Giant-Killer; tales, like proverbs, equally familiar, under different versions, to the infant worshippers of Budh and the hardier children of Thor.
He had expected to find a debilitated, emaciated man; instead, he saw a very lusty, healthy, hearty fellow, full of good humour, and seemingly full of strength. He began to like his purpose less, despite such encouragement as he gathered from the support of Fortunio. Still, it must be gone through with. "You wrote us that you had the fever," he said, half inquiringly. "Pooh! That is naught."
An hour later, after the Seneschal had taken his departure to ride home to Grenoble, it was madame herself, accompanied by Marius and Fortunio, who conducted Battista such was the name the Italian had given to the apartments above, where mademoiselle was now confined practically a prisoner.
In the sixteenth century Strapparola, an Italian novelist, wrote a number of fairy tales, which have been a treasure house for later writers, and to which we are indebted for Puss in Boots, Fortunio, and other stories which have now become familiar in the nursery lore of most modern nations.
And the girl, no more than half conscious of what she was saying, made answer: "The bravest gentleman, the noblest friend I have ever known." Pah! The Dowager dropped her arm and turned to issue a command to Fortunio. But already the fellow had departed. His concern was not with women, but with the man who had escaped him. He must make certain that the fall had killed Garnache.
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