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"And now," I ended, "you know all the violence that I showed him, and the reason for it. If you say that I did wrong, I warn you that I shall not believe you." "Indeed..." began the friar with a faint smile of friendliness. But my mother interrupted him, betwixt sorrow and anger. "He lies, Gervasio. He lies shamelessly.
This is probably the Horatian one; and is also, I doubt not, that referred to in Cenna's chronicle of Venosa: "At Torre San Gervasio are the ruins of a castle and an abundant spring of water colder than all the waters of Venosa," Frigus amabile. . . . I could discover no one in the place to show me where this now vanished church stood.
As a hermit you did not spare yourself; and now as a tyrant you do not seem likely to spare others." "It is the Anguissola way," said Gervasio quietly. "You mistake," said I. "I conceive myself in the world for some good purpose, and the act you have witnessed is a part of it. It was not a revengeful deed. Vengeance would have taken a harsher course. It was justice, and justice is righteous."
He heaved a deep sigh and fell silent, whilst I the pent-up anguish in me suddenly released to hear my thoughts thus expressed fell soundlessly to weeping. "Do you reprove me, Fra Gervasio?" quoth my mother, quite emotionless. The monk pushed back his stool and rose ere he replied. "I must," he said, "or I am unworthy of the scapulary I wear.
"Fash not thyself for a man of his measure, that is fitter to 'beat the fishes' like a galley-slave than to serve an honest gondola!" Piero interrupted scornfully. "But Piero, Gabriele hath sold his license to one worse than he, and there was great talk of quarrels along the Riva, and how that yesterday they sent for Padre Gervasio from San Gregorio to bring the Host to quiet them."
Rarely was she, herself, present at that alms-giving; more rarely still was I. It was Fra Gervasio who discharged the office of almoner on the Countess of Mondolfo's behalf. Occasionally the whines and snarls of the motley crowd that gathered there for they were not infrequently quarrelsome reached us in the maschio tower where we had our apartments.
Elsewhere the people of the province followed the fortunes of Jose Gervasio Artigas, an able and valiant cavalry officer, who roamed through it at will, bidding defiance to any authority not his own. Most of the former viceroyalty of La Plata had thus, to all intents and purposes, thrown off the yoke of Spain. Chile was the only other province that for a while gave promise of similar action.
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.
The curriculum I now pursued was so vastly different from that which my mother had bidden Fra Gervasio to set me, and my acquaintance with the profane writers advanced so swiftly once it was engaged upon, that I acquired knowledge as a weed grows.
This memorial contains nothing but what was imparted to me by the Lord of Pagliano on his death-bed, in the presence of his confessor." "We cannot admit the confessor," Gonzaga thrust in. "Give me leave, your excellency. It was not in his quality as confessor that Fra Gervasio heard the dying man depone. Cavalcanti's confession followed upon that.
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