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Two letters reached him, one telling of the attempted assassination, and a second explaining circumstances connected with it. The first summoned him to Milan; the other left it to his option to make the journey. He started, carrying kind messages from the Chief to Vittoria, and from Luciano Ramara the offer of a renewal of old friendship to Count Ammiani.
The young men read him shrewdly, but speaking was useless. Before Carlo parted from Luciano, he told him the burden of the whisper, which had confirmed what he had heard on the Piazzi d'Armi.
Dying there is not death; it's flying into the dawn. You Romans envy us. Come, confess it; you envy us. You have no Alps, no crimson hills, nothing but old walls to look on while you fight. Farewell, Merthyr Powys. I hear my servant's foot outside. My horse is awaiting me saddled, a mile from the city. Perhaps I shall see my wife again at the door below, or in heaven. Addio! Kiss Luciano for me.
'It is for you to calculate correctly, said Luciano. As he spoke, a first surge of the exasperated house broke upon the stage and smote the curtain, which burst into white zigzags, as it were a breast stricken with panic. Giacinta came running in to her mistress, and cloaked and hooded her hurriedly. Enamoured; impassioned, Ammiani murmured in Vittoria's ear: 'My own soul!
The captain received fifteen challenges within two days; among these a second one from Luciano Romara, whom he was beginning to have a strong desire to encounter. He repressed it, as quondam drunkards fight off the whisper of their lips for liquor. "No more blood," was his constant inward cry.
'The thing is in Count Medole's hands, said Luciano; 'and he is constitutionally of our Agostino's opinion that we are bound to wait till the Gods kick us into action; and, as Agostino says, Medole has raised himself upon our shoulders so as to be the more susceptible to their wishes when they blow a gale.
Suddenly, at the turn of a path, I was saluted by a man on horseback. It was the steward of the estate that we were crossing. "Hallo! Don Luciano, where are you off to with all that train?" cried the new-comer. "To visit the forest of the Cordillera," I replied. "May you travel safely! but is the young gentleman going with you?" "Yes, to be sure. Good-bye, Antonio, till we meet again!"
He despatched a messenger with a 'good morrow' to his mother, and then went to a fencing-saloon that was fitted up in the house of Count Medole, where, among two or three, there was the ordinary shrugging talk of the collapse of the projected outbreak, bitter to hear. Luciano Romara came in, and Ammiani challenged him to small-sword and broadsword.
'Yes, while she's true, said Luciano, unsatisfactorily. The regiment, in review uniform, followed by two pieces of artillery, passed by. Then came a squadron of hussars and one of Uhlans, and another foot regiment, more artillery, fresh cavalry.
Carlo and Luciano followed the regiments to the Piazza d'Armi, drawn after them by that irresistible attraction to youths who have as yet had no shroud of grief woven for them desire to observe the aspect of a brilliant foe. The Piazza d'Armi was the field of Mars of Milan, and an Austrian review of arms there used to be a tropical pageant.
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