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Do you take Bianca to the Duomo and pray that right may be done and God's will prevail. Gervasio shall go with you." And then came an interruption from Gonzaga. "My lord," he said, "will you determine when and where this battle is to be fought?" "Upon the instant," answered my father, "on the banks of Po with a score of lances to keep the lists." Gonzaga looked at Cosimo. "Do you agree to this?"
Blessed are they who are out of all contact with the world, since to them salvation comes more easily; so I believed implicitly, as I was taught by my mother and by Fra Gervasio at my mother's bidding.
Then, in the fifteenth century, when so much was remembered and so much more was forgotten, it bore the title of SS. Gervasio e Protasio, and this name remained to it till the seventeenth century, when the old title was revived. To-day although it retains its name of SS. Nazaro and Celso, it is more rightly and universally known as the Mausoleum of Galla Placidia.
His keen eyes went from me to my mother and then back again to me. "What has happened?" he asked. "What has not happened?" wailed my mother. "Agostino is possessed." He knit his brows. "Possessed?" quoth he. "Ay, possessed possessed of devils. He has been violent. He has broken poor Rinolfo's leg." "Ah!" said Gervasio, and turned to me frowning with full tutorial sternness.
So poignant was this memory that at times I caught myself wondering whether, after all, I had not been mistaken in lending an ear so readily to the arguments of Fra Gervasio, whether Fra Gervasio himself had not been mistaken in assuming that my place was in the world, and whether I had not done best to have carried out my original intention of seeking refuge in some monastery in the lowly position of a lay brother.
"And it increases my regrets that I did not break his neck as I intended." "He lied?" quoth she, her eyes wide open in amazement not at the fact, but at the audacity of what she conceived my falsehood. "It is not impossible," said Fra Gervasio. "What is your story, Agostino?"
They could not all have been deceived. Besides, from the wounds in the breast there were still the brown signs of the last manifestation. But when I had given some utterance to these thoughts Gervasio for only answer stooped and picked up a wood-man's axe that stood against the wall. With this he went straight towards the image. "Fra Gervasio!"
"Why, what has that to do with anything?" quoth Gervasio. "More than you think. Answer me, then. What is her name?" "Her name is Bianca," said Caleotto. Something within me seemed to give way, so that I fell to laughing foolishly as women laugh who are on the verge of tears. By an effort I regained my self-control. "It is very well," I said. "I will ride with you to Pagliano."
"Unhappily for him there is another arbiter of saintship, Who sees deeper than do you, Gervasio." He bowed his head. "Better not to look deep enough than to do as you seem in danger of doing, Madonna, and by looking too deep imagine things which do not exist." "Ah, you will defend him against reason even," she complained. "His anger exists.
Could any man be so lost to all sense of God as to perpetrate such a deed as that without fear that the lightnings of Heaven would blast him? I asked the question. Gervasio smiled. "Your notions of God are heathen notions," he said more quietly. "You confound Him with Jupiter the Thunderer. But He does not use His lightnings as did the father of Olympus. And yet reflect!
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