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Updated: June 9, 2025
Then, Lanciotto following him, he walked his horse round the western side, where the torrent was replaced by a smooth arm of water, for which a cutting had been made to complete the isolation of the crag of Roccaleone. But here, where the castle might more easily have become vulnerable, a blank wall greeted him, broken by no more than a narrow slit or two midway below the battlements.
He was still at his tale when a page came with the message that Monna Valentina besought Messer Francesco's presence in the great hall. He dressed in all haste, and then, with Lanciotto at his heels, he descended to answer her summons.
He turned to his servant, who entered as he spoke. "We set out in a quarter of an hour, Lanciotto," said he. "Saddle for me and for yourself. You are to go with me. Zaccaria may remain with Messer degli Arcipreti. You will care for him, Fanfulla, and he will serve you well." "But what of me?" cried Fanfulla. "Do I not accompany you?" "If you will, yes.
The echo of it went booming up to scare the birds on the hillside, but evoked no answer from the silent castle. "They keep a zealous watch," laughed the Count. "Again, Lanciotto." The man obeyed him, and again and again his deep voice rang out like a trumpet-call before sign was made from within that it had been heard.
A pace or so behind her stood the lily-cheeked Gonzaga, gnawing his lip, timid and conjecturing. Behind him again loomed the stalwart height of Francesco del Falco with, at his side, Lanciotto, of mien almost as resolute as his own. That was the full force with which the lady spoke of sweeping them as if they had been so much foulness from Roccaleone, unless they did her bidding.
"You?" echoed Fanfulla. "But the Venetians?" By a gesture the Count signified how little the Venetians weighed with him when compared with the fortunes of this lady. "I am going to Roccaleone," he insisted, "now at once." And striding to the door he beat his hands together and called Lanciotto.
The terrible exultation of Cassius, after the fall of Cæsar, the ecstasy of Lanciotto when he first believes himself to be loved by Francesca, the delirium of Yorick when he can no longer restrain the doubts that madden his jealous and wounded soul, the rapture of King James over the vindication of his friend Seyton, whom his suspicions have wronged those were among his distinctively great moments, and his image as he was in such moments is worthy to live among the storied traditions and the bright memories of the stage.
They waited in silence for Lanciotto's presence hindered conversation until Ercole returned accompanied by the man-at-arms and Zaccaria, who had now changed his raiment. Before they could question the new-comer, such questions as they might have put were answered by the greeting that passed between him and his fellow-servant Lanciotto. Gonzaga turned to Valentina.
Behind him towered the bulk of Fortemani, his great face flushed with a strange excitement, a leather hacketon over his steel cuirass, girt, too, with sword and dagger, and carrying his shining morion in his hand. Last came Lanciotto and Zaccaria, both fully equipped and armed at all points.
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