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Updated: September 4, 2025
Do you watch the donkey here while we go to the inn and spend the silver piece. Then, when we are camped outside the town, then we will attend to you!" It was but a step to the inn around the corner. Off went the three gypsies, leaving Gigi with the donkey beside the fountain. The poor animal stood with hanging head and flopping ears.
Gigi put his hand to a tiny silver chain which just peeped above his green doublet, and drew out a flat piece of silver of strange shape, and with one side carved deeply with a notched Cross. "Where did you get this?" asked the Hermit, strangely excited. "I do not know," said Gigi, wondering. "I have worn it always. Not even Cecco dared take it from me. I have heard him say so.
And once more the good dog crept near and poked his wet nose into Gigi's face, licking his cheek. The boy reached out a hand and patted him timidly. It was the first time Gigi had ever felt friendly toward an animal! When the dog found that it was of no use to try to lead Gigi on, he sat still and seemed to think for a few moments.
The treasure of Saint Peter's? A story was a story, after all, and anybody could deny it. "It is worth more than a hundred francs," Gigi answered, with his weasel smile, "but not to the newspapers. The honour of a Roman princess is worth a hundred thousand." Toto whistled, and then looked incredulous, but it began to dawn upon him that the "affair" was of more importance than he had supposed.
If you are teachable, I can make you wise with the knowledge of herbs and healing. If I send back to the world which I have left one man useful, tender, strong, and good, perhaps he may be able to do more than I have done to stay the march of evil." Gigi did not understand the words at all, but the tone was kind.
He was growing afraid of this queer old man, who spoke a strange language and had wild animals for his friends; who read, too, in a great black book! Gigi had heard of wicked wizards and sorcerers, and he believed that he saw one now. He turned about and tried to run away. But his poor head grew dizzy, and before he knew it he had fallen, and lay sobbing and shivering, unable to rise.
At last Gigi came to the great tree where branched the cross-road to the north. Here he turned aside. Then he drew a deep breath, feeling safer. He ceased running, and presently, being hungry and tired, he sat down upon a stone and opened the bundle which Mother Margherita had given him.
It was more like the country, which Gigi loved. He turned into an enclosure and hid behind a stack of straw, panting. He wondered if by this time they had discovered his flight, and he shivered to think of what Tonio and Cecco were saying if it were so. He looked up and down the road. There was something familiar about it.
Malipieri had never connected Toto with Gigi, and did not even know that the two men were acquainted with each other. He had not the slightest doubt but that it was Toto who had caused the water to rise in the well, out of revenge, but he knew that it would now be impossible to prove it.
"Oh, no, Signorino," she protested, horror in her whisper. "Then go to bed directly. If you delay any longer, I shall accuse you of wilful insubordination." "Bene, Signorino," reluctantly consented Marietta. Peter strolled into his garden. Gigi, the gardener, was working there. "The very man I most desired to meet," said Peter, and beckoned to him.
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