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Updated: June 8, 2025
Her guide to the ruins at that period had been Don Aloysius, a learned priest, famous for his archaeological knowledge and it was through Don Aloysius that he, the Marchese Rivardi, had obtained the commission to restore to something of its pristine grace and beauty the palace of ancient days.
She looked and uttered a cry, beckoning to Rivardi. "Come! Come!" He hurried to her side, Gaspard following. The pool on which her eyes were fixed was shallow enough to show the pebbly bed beneath the water and there lay apparently two corpses one of a man, the other of a woman whose body was half flung across that of the man. Morgana pointed to them.
Something she knew not what crept with a compelling influence through her blood, she felt that some mysterious force she had never reckoned with was insidiously surrounding her with an invisible ring. She called to Rivardi "Are we not flying too high? Have you altered the course?" "No, Madama," he replied at once "We are on the same level." She turned towards him. Her face was very pale.
Rivardi gave an almost imperceptible shrug. "Never?" he queried. "Never!" she affirmed, emphatically "Don't be sarcastic, amico! even in this dim morning light I can see the scornful curve of your upper lip! you are really very good-looking, you know! and you imply the same old Garden of Eden story of man giving away woman as a wholly incomprehensible bad job!
She drew her hands gently away from his. "Nothing, Giulio!" and she smiled kindly "I grieve for the griefs of others quite uselessly! but I cannot help it!" "There is no hope, then?" he said. "None not for the man" she replied "His body will live, but his brain is dead." Rivardi gave an expressive gesture. "Horrible! Better he should die!" "Yes, far better! But the girl loves him.
"No, because she is not an 'ordinary' woman," said Rivardi, quickly "More's the pity I think for HER!" "And for you!" added Aloysius, meaningly.
In fact they deliberately choose stupid ones to be the mothers of their children hence the ever increasing multitude of fools!" He moved towards the open doors of the beautiful lounge-hall of the Palazzo, Rivardi walking at his side.
"There is more weight on board!" he said meaningly, "If we are to carry two dead bodies through the air, it may mean a heavenly funeral for all of us! The 'White Eagle' has not been tested for heavy transport." She heard him patiently, then turned to Rivardi and repeated her words "We can start at once. Steer upwards and onwards."
May I just say that your generosity to Giulio Rivardi seems almost unnecessary? To endow him with a fortune for life is surely too indulgent! Does he merit such bounty at your hands?" She smiled. "Dear Father Aloysius, Giulio has lost his heart to me!" she said "Or what he calls his heart! He should have some recompense for the loss!
Filled with a new sense of power and gladness, Morgana held the vessel in the guidance of her slight but strong hands, and it had flown many miles before the Marchese Rivardi sprang up suddenly from where he had lain lost in unconsciousness and stared around him amazed and confused. "A thousand pardons, Madama!" he stammered "I shall never forgive myself! I have been asleep!"
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