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Updated: August 27, 2024
There were only two of them left, two brothers, the older bearing the title Lord of Manzecca. The younger brother was that Antonio di Manzecca whose portrait you saw on the wall of my apartment in the city. It is to him, as you observed, that I bear so close a resemblance. "In a hill-castle not far away lived another family, the Foscone.
"True," she assented, pensively, "every spot, every person, is surrounded by its especial ether, produced by its peculiar activity. This house, not only in its smell, but in its tenor of life, and even in its food, differs vastly from my own house, which, nevertheless, is just across the hills." Antonio drained his goblet at a gulp. He got out the words: "We are provincial, we Manzecca.
Was the tower about to thunder down upon the Castle of Manzecca, annihilating her and us, the secret and its possessors? For a moment I would have welcomed even that escape from thinking. "Yes," he repeated, releasing my arms and sitting down limply on the bench. "As you anticipate, so it turned out." I was still able to protest: "Admitted that this has happened elsewhere, to a certain degree.
By those fitful gleams I made out the crouching backs of men, the livery of the Manzecca with its black and vermilion device, helmets and sword-hilts, and finally upturned faces that appeared ruddy in the torch-light, though I knew that in reality they must be pallid. They called up to me, but the wind whipped their voices away. I made signs that she was not on the tower.
He even reached forward to touch my knee, then sighed: "You will soon understand why I am sometimes possessed with the idea that I am dreaming." And he resumed his tale: "Antonio di Manzecca was buried. His elder brother found a wife elsewhere. The Lord of Foscone married again, and by that marriage had other children.
At his signal, servants in the old-time livery of the Manzecca appeared with a ladder, which they leaned against the ramparts. He set foot upon the platform. Her pallor turned deathlike; her eyes became blank; she fainted in his arms. When she recovered she was in the Castle of Manzecca. "That shock had restored her reason.
We found ourselves, as it appeared, not only in a place embodying another age, but in that other age itself. The streaming torches revealed shock-headed servitors of the Renaissance, their black tunics stamped in vermilion, front and back, with a device of the Manzecca.
Those old steel-clad men of the Manzecca had become what were called "Signorotti" lords of a height or two, swooping down to raid passing convoys, waging petty wars against the neighboring castles, and at times, like bantams, too arrogant to bear in mind the shortness of their spurs, defying even Florence.
Fate, however, determined that Fiammetta and Antonio di Manzecca, the younger brother, should fall in love with each other. "Need I describe to you the fervor of that passion in the Italian springtime, at a period of our history when all the emotions were terrific in their force? "At night, Antonio di Manzecca would slip away to the Castle of Foscone.
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