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By a brambly path they climbed Monte Ortone Petruccio first, the others after him, the newcomer as best might be, then musically the goats. That round-faced, blinking boy, whom they called Castracane, was behind Silvestro now, much diverted by her panting efforts to go up without panting what he could rise on with closed mouth and scarcely any sharper whistling at the nose.
Silvestro grew hot desperate. Why, after all, would one kill a Jew? Something must be urged, something solid. "There was Annina, you know," said Silvestro, at his wit's end. "Annina that girl you were with? What of her?" Castracane licked his lips. "Well, this Jew, you must understand, was a limber young fellow " "Young!" shouted the other. "You told me he had a great grey beard like a goat."
It is the marchesa's pleasure to inhabit the old tower rather than the pleasant villa, with its big windows and large, cheerful rooms. Being tall and spare, Silvestro stoops under the low, arched doorway, heavily clamped with iron and nails, leading into the tower; then he mounts very slowly a winding stair of stone to the second story.
So ending as he began, he danced about the hill-top, wringing his hands. But Silvestro, very pale, came quickly up, and laid hold of him. "Tell me all, Andrea," says he; "for I know nothing except that I love Castracane and will save him. Who has taken him?" "It is a lord the Sotto-Prefetto the hook-nosed gentleman with thin eyebrows; him they call Messer Alessandro.
It was at S. Silvestro that she dwelt, retired in widowhood, and here occurred those Sunday morning conversations of which Francesco d'Olanda has left us so interesting a record. During the next year, 1519, a certain Tommaso di Dolfo invited him to visit Adrianople.
For a whole month he was brought day after day to examination and he was repeatedly subjected to torture. The Pope's Commissioners were never able to extract from him any confession of guilt. Savonarola was from first to last unflinchingly consistent with himself. On May 22 sentence of death was passed on Savonarola, on Fra Silvestro, and on Fra Domenico.
"Your will is done." "Thank you, Signor Alessandro: God be with you. Come, Pilade." Silvestro took Castracane by the hand, but not before the gentleman had kissed his own with profound respect. Then Silvestro led his friend away through the trees, and the Sub-Prefect was understood to say "We have been on the wrong scent, men. Mount. To the city Avanti!" "What's all this?
"I see them on the riviera now. Slip into the boat. I will put you across." On the other bank, Ippolita was received by the herd-boys, all agog to see the champion who had killed the Jew. "Addio, Silvestro," said Annina, keeping up the play. "Addio, Nannina," said Silvestro, with a chuckle. "Are we ready, boys?" Petruccio called out, turning about him. "We must be careful what we're doing."
Silvestro looked about for help: they were out of sight of the others, and there lay Padua, slumbrous in the plain. It seemed as if Castracane meant quarrelling. Well, what must be, must be. "I don't care whether you believe it or not. Now then?" The blue eyes were steady enough on the black by this time. "Look here," said Castracane after a pause, "I'll fight you if you like. That'll settle it."
"Because you didn't do it, of course." "But you didn't do it either?" "Well, but I knocked you down." "Did you do it because of that; or because because you like me?" Pilade grunted. "Suppose I did?" Silvestro sighed, and leaned his head on his friend's shoulder. "O wondrous night!" said he, whispering. "Look, the stars are like moons."
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