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Updated: May 15, 2025
You don't know what he might not do to Arthur. Let us go while we can." "Let me have a few more days to think it over, Mattia," I said. "Hurry up, then. Jack the Giant Killer smelled flesh I smell danger." Circumstances did for me what I was afraid to do. Several weeks had passed since we left London. My father had set up his caravans in a town where the races were about to be held.
"Can one of you play the cornet?" asked the big man with the red face. "I can," said Mattia, "but I haven't the instrument with me." "I'll go and find one; the violin's pretty, but it's squeaky." I found that day that Mattia could play everything. We played until night, without stopping. It did not matter for me, but poor Mattia was very weak.
I understood clearly what he said, but I had not the slightest idea where Lewes was situated, and besides I could not go, even if I found out the direction, and leave Mattia behind. I began my weary tramp back to the race-course; an hour later I was sleeping beside Mattia in Bob's wagon. The next morning Bob told me how to get to Lewes and I was ready to start.
Where is your home? "Mattia told him. "'My mother is dead, as is my father, and my brothers are fighting at Verdun. Mattia has only his country left to love now. Where is Verdun? "'You poor little patriot, answered the officer sympathetically. 'Verdun is yonder where you see the smoke and where the big guns are in action. You can hear them now. "The boy nodded.
"No, no," he said; "when there are two, one doesn't starve, because one helps the other. The one who has it gives to the one who hasn't." I hesitated no longer. As I had some I must help him. "Well, then, it's understood," I said. Instantly he took my hand and actually kissed it in gratitude. "Come with me," I said; "not as a servant, Mattia, but as my chum."
With a bound he had sprung upon me as I laid in the engineer's arms. He licked my face again and again. Then my hand was taken; I felt a kiss and heard a weak voice murmuring: "Remi! oh, Remi!" It was Mattia. I smiled at him, then I glanced round. A mass of people were crowded together in two straight rows, leaving a passage down the center.
As soon as we were alone I told Mattia the great news that had almost made me forget that we were locked up. "Mother Barberin is alive, and Barberin has gone to Paris!" I said. "Ah, then the Prince's cow will make a triumphal entry." He commenced to dance and sing with joy.
When we were ready to leave he asked Mattia to play something on his violin. Mattia played a piece. "And you don't know a note of music!" cried the barber, clapping his hands, and looking affectionately at Mattia as though he had known and loved him all his life. "It is wonderful!" Mattia took a clarionette from amongst the instruments and played on it; then a cornet.
It was understood that while I was down in the mine Mattia and Capi were to go off into the suburbs and give "musical and dramatic performances" and thereby increase our fortune. Capi, to whom I explained this arrangement, appeared to understand and accordingly barked approval. The next day, following close in Uncle Gaspard's footsteps, I went down into the deep, dark mine.
The door and the window were shut, but there were no curtains to the window, and I looked in and saw Lise sitting beside her aunt. I signed to Mattia and Capi to be silent, and then taking my harp from my shoulder, I put it on the ground. "Oh, yes," whispered Mattia, "a serenade. What a fine idea!" "No, not you; I'll play alone." I struck the first notes of my Neapolitan song.
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