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Updated: June 19, 2025
At eleven o'clock that night we four the Princess, Marc'antonio, Stephanu, and I hoisted sail and stood away from the north shore of Giraglia, carrying a fair wind with us. Our boat had been very cunningly chosen for us by Marc'antonio out of the small flotilla which my father had hired at Cape Corso for the assault.
Little doubt had we they were dead for why should their enemies spare them? "Then King Theodore may also have believed them dead," I suggested. "Let us do him that justice. Or he may never have known that they existed." Marc'antonio brushed this aside with a wave of his hand. "The cavalier," he answered with dignity, "may have heard me allude to my travels?" "Once or twice."
Marc'antonio was all the while as matter-of-fact as a good nurse ought to be. He had fashioned me a capital pair of crutches out of boxwood, and no sooner could I creep about on them than he began to discourse, over the camp-fire, on the hunting excursions we were soon to make together. "Pianu, pianu; we will grow strong, and get our hand in by little and little.
"She is in worse case than ever, cavalier, since they have contrived to get rid of Stephanu." "On the contrary, my friend, her case is hopeful at length; since this release sets us free to help her." We trudged back to the camp, pausing on the way while Marc'antonio skewered the deer's legs and slung him on a pole between us.
But more than twelve years later, being in Brussels " Here Marc'antonio pulled himself up, with a sudden dark flush and a look of confusion. "Go on, my friend. You were saying that twelve years later, happening to be in Brussels " "By the merest chance, cavalier.
"Excuse me, Princess," said I, "but before that I have some other things to prove, of which some are easy and others may be hard and tedious." "Seven eight nine." With no answer, but a curl of the lip, she resumed her counting. "Marc'antonio!" I called he had almost reached the tree. "Come here!" He faced about, his eyes starting, his cheeks blanched.
"The Princess laid this task upon me," I answered cheerfully, indeed with elation, feeling that so long as I could keep my tyrants puzzled I still kept, somehow, the upper hand. "I have travelled, in my time," said Marc'antonio with a touch of vainglorious pride. "I have made the acquaintance of many continentals, even with some that were extremely rich. But I never crossed over to England."
My excuse is, the door was already closing behind the Princess. I knew she had tracked the Prince Camillo and his confessor, and that these two were within the cottage. I knew nothing of their business, save that it must be shameful, since she who had detected and would prevent it chose to hide her knowledge even from Marc'antonio and Stephanu. She had stepped into peril.
Suppose look at me please, my friend suppose that you and I were to go first to the Princess together and ask her leave?" My uncle gazed up at Marc'antonio, who had sprung to his feet; and after a long look at his face from Marc'antonio to me. "Prosper," he said quietly, "we shall sail to-night. If we sail without you, will your father forgive us? That is all I ask."
I stepped carelessly to the doorway and took a glance around the interior. "It might be worse; and I thank you, Princess." "Ajo, Marc'antonio! Since the stranger approves of it so far, go carry his friend within." "Your pardon, Princess," I interposed; "the place is something too dirty to house a sick man, and until it be cleaned my friend will do better in the fresh air."
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