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My father's perhaps; my mother's more certainly, since my father ran away. My mother would have run too, but she had no time. Eh, take me up, Signore! I cannot swim." Amilcare swung him up by the hand, so saved his life. Next day Grifone saved his. They burnt a monastery in the plain and ransacked a chestful of correspondence. "Death of Christ!" swore Passavente, "I can't read this Latin.
The accepted remedy for such a state of the case was to kill the youth at once. Amilcare did not do that, and at first was able to bless himself for his second forbearance. Grifone was privy to all his master's hopes and safeguards; Grifone wrought upon the Signoria, cajoled the clergy, bamboozled the popolani, descended even to the ragamuffins in the gutters, and taught them how to shout "Duca!
Morally, nervously, she seemed to be dead; so she followed her new lord as meekly as she had followed her old that one to Nona across the seas, this one by gloomy, pent ways through the stale-smelling streets of the city to the Rocca del Capitan Vecchio. Meekly enough she went, yet not so far nor so meekly but that she gave Grifone a genuine surprise.
Grifone took her hand and bent over it; it was as much as he did to brush it with his lips. Molly wondered at him. "You should be Messer Grifone, my Lord's secretary," she said, faltering. "Alas, I have that misfortune," replied the youth, with averted eyes. "Why, I know you very well," said Molly, "but see now that I have offended you. What is my injury, Signore? What have I done?"
But she bent her head to him, and stretched out her hands in token of obedience to law. "Good," said Amilcare; "my wife understands me." And he went out then and there to his Council. Grifone saw her all the more for that. What he saw satisfied him that she was in terrible trouble. She slunk about, to his view, as if beaten down by shame.
There were others yet more explicit, which left no doubt of his passion, nor any ray of doubt of his intentions. Grifone took everything for granted, as he had from the beginning. "My charmer," he said, "I have saved you from ignominious death; but I have saved myself also from a death by no means agreeable to me.
Grifone must now be lifted into the piece, Grifone the grey-eyed, self-contained little Secretary, whose brain seemed quicksilver, whose acts those of a deliberate cat, whose inches were few, whose years only tender. "Eh, Signore, Signore!" had whined the half-famished imp, padding by the condottiere's stirrup. "Va via, vattene al diavolo!" a musketeer growled at him, and tried to club him down.
To me the hour will say 'Guard thee, Grifone, thy sweet enemy draws near. To you 'Now goodness be thy guide, Molly, lest thou art a cause of stumbling to thy brother. So let it always be." He left her then, knowing very well that he had sworn the good girl to faith inviolable, and given her the subject of perennial thought. And so he had. Molly kept his secret, honoured it, honoured him.
Grifone bowed his head and backed away from her. She, being boundless in capacity for the affections of her kind, spent the interval with an aching heart. Directly supper was done she hunted for the Secretary. The affair had by now throbbed itself into a question of her physical ease. Her heartstrings were at a dangerous stretch, she quivering at the point of tears.
Incredible as it seemed to Grifone, they actually ravaged this tender honeysuckle spray to drench themselves with the scent. Molly, beautifully patient, courteous, meek as she was, cast a scared, paling face about the assembly now and again: some of the talk, too, cut her very deep. Grifone was already too much interested in her to stomach this.
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