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In fact I had kept them in prison for a short hour beyond their usual time, and some one even now was liberating them. It was the Princess, of whose presence I had not been aware. She stood by the gate of the pen, her head and shoulders in sunlight, while the hogs raced in shadow past her feet. Marc'antonio glanced at her across his shoulder and growled angrily.
"The good sisters of the convent," continued Marc'antonio, "received the Queen and did all that was necessary for her. But among them must have been one who loved the Genoese or their gold: for when the children were but ten days old they vanished, having been stolen and handed secretly to the Genoese yes, cavalier, out of the Queen's own sleeping-chamber.
"You will find tools in the hut," she answered, with a glance at Marc'antonio, who nodded. "For food, you shall be kept supplied. Stephanu has brought, in his suck yonder, flesh, cheese, and wine sufficient for three days, with milk for your friend: and day by day fresh milk shall be sent down to you."
The crowd was all around us, you understand; and he drew up and talked to us, forcing himself to smile, like a nobleman amusing himself with two peasants. For the crown, we shall leave you to deal with him." "And I shall hold you to that bargain, O Marc'antonio," said she. "But what will you two be doing with yourselves meanwhile?" "With permission, Princess, we return to the theatre.
"If he were alive here and before me, I would shoot him where he stood." "For what cause?" I asked, surprised by the shake in his voice. But Marc'antonio turned to the fire again, and would not answer. "Marc'antonio," said I, "I have a notion about King Theodore." "I am listening, cavalier." "A suspicion only, and horribly to his discredit." "It is the likelier to be near the truth."
Not for many days did I learn the full meaning of the look he turned on her, but for dumb reproach I never saw the like of it on man's face. Her foot tapped the ground. "Give him the gun," she commanded; and Marc'antonio thrust it into my hands. "Now turn your back and walk to that first tree yonder, very slowly, pace by pace, as you hear me count."
"I am breaking no faith, Englishman." "As to that, please observe that I am not accusing you. I but note that, having the power, you use it. But two things puzzle me: of which the first is, where shall I find my charges?" "Marc'antonio shall fetch them down to you from the other side of the mountain." "And next, how shall I learn to tend them?" I asked, still keeping my matter-of-fact tone.
I managed to ask, and I believe this was my first intelligible question. Marc'antonio paused before answering. "She knew that you were to be hurt, but not the manner of it. It was she that brought you the file, by stealth. Why did you not use it, and escape?" "She brought me the file?" I knew it already, but found a fierce satisfaction in the words.
"And yet it is the truth, Englishman, that once she called me her second father. You should see him turn blue!" I could get no more out of Marc'antonio that day, nor indeed did the pain I suffered allow me to continue the catechism.
But until I can feel it, what use is being convinced?" She paused, "Moreover, to-night I go on a journey." "And I, too," said I, meeting her eyes firmly. "To Genoa, is it not?" "You guessed it? . . . But you have no right " she faltered. I laughed. "But excuse me, my wife, I have all the right in the world. At what hour will Marc'antonio be ready with the boat?" "Gobbo.
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