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Updated: July 5, 2025
"'I, Count Carlo Ranuzi, swear that I love no other woman but Marietta Taliazuchi; I swear that, since I have loved her, I have not nor ever shall kiss or breathe words of love to any other woman. May God's anger reach me, if my oath is false!" The words fell slowly, singly from her lips, and she gazed with unflinching eyes up at him. Not a muscle in his countenance moved.
"I was compelled to insult you," said Baron Marshal, "because you would have given me no satisfaction for the nutshells thrown behind the fauteuil of the queen; but be assured that I don't fight with you in order that you may wash out my offence with my blood, but wholly and alone that your blood may wash away the nutshells from the feet of the queen." Baron Marshal then turned to Ranuzi.
The words were: "Ovunque tu sei vicina ti sono." "Give him that," said she; "it is not written with my heart's blood, but my heart bleeds for him bleeds ever inwardly. And now resume your role of soothsayer I must call my ladies." The afternoon of this day Ranuzi wrote to his friend, Captain Kimsky, prisoner of war at Magdeburg: "The train is laid, and will succeed.
One day, with a triumphant air, she handed Marietta a little note she had stolen from her mother's writing-desk. It was a poem, written in French, in which Ranuzi, with the most submissive love, the most glowing tenderness, besought the beautiful Louise to allow him to come in the evening, to kneel at her feet and worship as the faithful worship the mother of God.
You must give the note into his own hands, and if you bring me an answer within the hour, I will reward you as if I were a queen. Do not speak, only go." The maid hurried down the steps, and Marietta returned, smilingly, to Ranuzi, who received her with reproaches for her long absence. "I have arranged a little supper for us, and have sent my maid to obtain some necessary articles.
My great king has made no peace I also will not hear of it. The nutshells lie behind the fauteuil of the queen, and only the blood of Count Belleville can wash them away." He bowed to Ranuzi, and joined his daughter, who, pale and trembling, awaited him in the next room. "Oh, father," said she, with tears gushing from her eyes, "your life is in danger you meet death on my account!"
"I have not forgotten," said Ranuzi, "and I know that you will fulfil your promise, but before you do so before you point me out to the government as a dangerous spy you will listen to my defence, and only then if you are not satisfied, will you condemn me, and revenge yourself." "I have all-sufficient proof," she said.
These good, simple people, as it seems to me, long for rest, and wish to know when they may hope to attain it. That man knows, for he is a great prophet, and all his prophecies are fulfilled." "But you forget to make mention of the woman?" said Ranuzi, with a peculiar smile.
"Look you," said Ranuzi, laughing, "this reminds me of the frantic confusion in the anterooms of hell, which Dante has described in such masterly style. We all wear our glittering masks, under which our corpses are hidden; one word from our master and this drapery would fall off, and these grinning death-heads be brought to ruin.
Taliazuchi will not seek me, if I leave him my little fortune. I will do that; I will take nothing with me. Poor, without fortune or possessions, I will follow you, Ranuzi. I desire nothing, I hope for nothing, but to be by your side."
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