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"I have been recruiting forces, and since one of these days your magnificence is to give me occupation, you will see that the matter concerns you." Above leaned Cavalcanti, his face grey and haggard, without the heart to relish the wicked humour of Galeotto that could make jests for his own entertainment.
We left Milan that same day, and there followed for some months a season of wandering through Lombardy, going from castle to castle, from tyranny to tyranny, just the three of us Galeotto and myself with Falcone for our equerry and attendant.
"You will marvel less when you are come to my years if, indeed, you come to them. For if you pursue this course, and strike back when such men as Pier Luigi tap you, you will not be likely to see old age. Body of Satan! I would that Galeotto were here! If aught should happen to you..." He checked, and set a hand upon my shoulder.
He had torn down a curtain-rope, and had attached an end of it to one of the dead man's legs. Thus he dragged the body forward towards the window. The other end of the rope he now knotted very firmly to a mullion. Then he took the body up in his arms, whilst Galeotto stood aside to make way for him, and staggering under his ghastly burden, Malvicini reached the window, and heaved it over the sill.
"But first, to spare me repetitions, let us have Agostino here. Where is he?" The look on Cavalcanti's face caused Galeotto to throw up his head like a spirited animal that scents danger. "Where is he?" he repeated, and old Falcone's fingers fell idle upon the buckle on which they were engaged. Cavalcanti's answer was a groan.
For it seemed to me that in this place of false miracles, one true miracle at least had been wrought; if it should be proved so indeed, then would I accept it as a sign that my salvation lay indeed in the world. If not... "Tell me," I began again; "this Cavalcanti has a daughter. She was with him upon that day when he came here. What is her name?" Galeotto looked at me out of narrowing eyes.
"By one who was your father's friend," he said, after a moment's hesitation, "a soldier of fortune by name of Galeotto a leader of free lances who goes by the name of Il Gran Galeotto. But let that be. I want to tell you of myself, that you may judge with what authority I speak. "I was destined," Agostino, for a soldier's life in the following of my valiant foster-brother, your father.
The magnificent stood gnawing his beard and brooding darkly, for he was a grossly superstitious fellow who studied omens and dabbled in horoscopes, divinations, and the like. And he was struck by the thing that Galeotto said. He looked at Cosimo darkly. But Cosimo laughed. "Who believes such old wives' tales? Not I, for one." "The more fool you!" snapped the Duke.
He looked at me with eyes that were full of trouble, indecision in every line of a face that was wont to look so resolute. He knew himself between the sword and the wall. "I would that Galeotto were here!" cried that man usually so self-reliant. "What will he say to me when he comes? You were a sacred charge, boy." "Say to him that I will be returning shortly which must be true. Come, then.
Moreover the only guard set consisted of a couple of Swiss who lounged in the gateway, the garrison being all at dinner, a circumstance upon which Galeotto had calculated in appointing noon as the hour for the striking of the blow. We crossed the quadrangle, and passing under a second archway came into the inner bailey as we had been bidden.
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