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"Oh, it does not matter," she said, and so indifferently that Constans was deceived. "But you cannot stay here," he insisted "here among the Doomsmen." "They are my father's people, and you have just told me that my uncle Hugolin does not want me." "And what does Quinton Edge desire of you?" he asked.
"Then it was received the message ?" She stopped, unable to go on; an indefinable emotion possessed her. "My uncle has sent you to fetch me," she whispered. "You are his messenger." Constans had to answer her honestly, and was sorry. "No," he said, bluntly. "Messer Hugolin could not see his way to anything." Her pride came to her aid.
So Messer Hugolin contented himself with black looks and an acid jibe at the vanity of his civic associates, who multiplied holidays that they might have opportunity to display themselves in their gold chains and red robes of office. "And harkee, boy!" he concluded, harshly. "Let me see you at roll-call Tuesday morning or not at all.
The King let this pass; but when the thief returned for a second handful, he quietly said, "Sirrah, you had better take care, for if Hugolin, my chamberlain, catches you, he will give you a sound beating." Hugolin soon came in, and was much concerned at the loss. "Never mind," said the King; "the poor man wants it more than we do."
Mayhap a little blood-letting now and then is efficacious in warding off the falling sickness, and in the end the churls get it back out of us. Your own worthy uncle, Messer Hugolin, has squeezed me more than once. As for your ideal republic, stuff of dreams, lad! Take an old man's word for it."
"You will help us to get out the boat and tell me in what direction Croye lies. We shall find our way, never fear, for I know the stars, and Nanna can paddle all day long as well as a man." "And what will you do when you get to Croye?" asked Constans, gently. "Must you hear the whole truth about your uncle, Messer Hugolin? It is not that he is unable but unwilling to turn a hand in your behalf.
"Precisely; and as you know there is not much of it in existence, even here in Doom, where silver is almost as common as iron." "Well, and then?" "Don't you see? If only golden tongues could plead my cause in Croye I should be independent, even of my uncle Hugolin. Now there is store of this gold somewhere in Doom.
It was Constans who realized that only frankness could save the situation, and as they walked along he told Ulick the full story of the enmity between him and Quinton Edge, then of the years of his apprenticeship to his Uncle Hugolin, and of the message in the bottle that had served to crystallize desire into action.
Chaucer, while he necessarily omits the ghastly introduction, expands the pathetic picture of the sufferings of the father and his sons in their dungeon, and closes, far more briefly and effectively than Dante, with a touch of the most refined pathos: Of Hugolin of Pisa the langour There may no tongue telle for pity.
And there, hanging from a cross-bar of the broken window, was the body of Messer Hugolin, Councillor Primus of Croye, dressed in his scarlet robes of office, and with a great gold chain about his neck. His head was bowed upon his breast, so that the face was not visible, and for this indulgence Constans gave inward thanks.
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