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And with that I heard scream after scream from the doorway where Bianca stood swaying, and shouts from the garden answering her screams. "Foolish girl!" said Marc'antonio, quietly. "And yet, perhaps, so best!" He stepped over the Prince's body, and taking me by both shoulders, hurried me through the room where the priest hung, and forth into the vestibule.
"Very poor company, lad, and by name Stephanu. That hatchet-faced Prince Camillo chose him out for a guide to me " Billy paused, with his mouth open for a bite. "Why, whatever is the matter?" he asked; for I had turned to translate this to Marc'antonio, and Marc'antonio had started up with a growl and an oath. "Did Stephanu come willingly?" I asked.
I have a mind to tell you the whole story as it came to me, and as I should have told it to the Prince Camillo, had he treated me with decent courtesy." Marc'antonio ceased blowing the fire and sitting back on his heels disposed himself to listen. Very briefly I told him of my journey to London, my visit to the Fleet, and how I received the crown with Theodore's blessing.
You have heard, perhaps, that we that my brother and I lived our childhood in Brussels?" I bent my head, without answering; but still she persisted. "I was brought to Corsica from Brussels, cavalier. Marc'antonio and Stephanu fetched us thence, being guided by that priest who is now my brother's confessor." "I have been told so, Princess. Marc'antonio told me."
I had carried Nat forth into the glade before the hut, where the sun might fall on him temperately, after a torrid day torrid, that is to say, on the heights, but in our hollow, pight about with the trees, the air had clung heavily. Marc'antonio, an hour earlier than usual, came down the track with a bundle of linen under his left arm.
Then she turned on me, and I saw that in some way I had vexed her, for her eyes were wrathful; and, said she, 'Why have you made this speed? 'Because, O Princess, you have need of me, I answered. 'I have no need of you, she said; 'but where is Marc'antonio?
A hundred times our enemies might have destroyed us; but they prefer to leave us alone. It is more humiliating." Marc'antonio rode forward deep in thought, his chin sunk upon his breast. At the summit, under the shadow of the great rock, he reined up, and slewing himself about in his saddle addressed Stephanu again.
To be sure he shook his head when I spoke of this hope, and in the intervals of sleep of sleep in which I rejoiced as the sweet restorer lay watching me, with a trouble in his eyes. He no longer disobeyed my orders, but lay still and watched. My last rag of shirt was gone now, torn up for bandages. Marc'antonio had promised to bring fresh linen to-morrow. By night I slept with my jacket about me.
I had challenged the girl, promising her to be patient. To be sure protest or resistance would have been idle. But I had kept my word. I don't doubt that from time to time a moan escaped me. . . . I could not believe that Marc'antonio was near me, watching. I heard no sound at all, no distant voice or bugle-call from the camp on the mountain.
The moon, when I fell asleep, had not surmounted the ridge behind me, and that patch of road, now showing so white and clear, had been dim, if not quite invisible. None the less I could be sworn that two figures had passed up the road . . . two men . . . Marc'antonio and Stephanu? reconnoitring perhaps? I rubbed my eyes.
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