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Updated: June 1, 2025
It is melancholy to look round this gigantic sala of the great Council and think of the pictures which were destroyed by the great fire in 1576, when Sebastiano Venier was Doge, among them that rendering of the battle of Lepanto, the Doge's own victory, which Tintoretto painted with such enthusiasm.
Now, both groups met and crowded towards a wide flight of stairs by the waterside, where they landed as quickly as they could and put their passengers ashore. It was Venier Palace and the dead man lay upstairs. One look and Andrea know where they were.
Marietta thought with terror of the awful tales Nella had told her about the little torture chamber behind the hall of the Council. "Who is that Messer Zuan Venier, who came to see Zorzi?" asked Marietta suddenly. "A young man who fought very bravely in the East, I believe," answered Beroviero. "His father was the Admiral of the Republic for some time." "He has talked with Zorzi," said Marietta.
"If they are all like Contarini, I do not mind twenty of them or so," laughed Aristarchi. "They must have more than a thousand gold ducats amongst them. That would be worth taking." "They are not all like Contarini," said Arisa. "There is Zuan Venier, for instance." "Zuan Venier? Is he one of them? I have heard of him.
"In what way?" asked Venier indifferently. "Do you merely tell each other the news of the day, and then play at dice all night?" "Some play cards." Venier laughed scornfully. "This is only the third of our secret sittings, I believe, but many of us meet elsewhere, during the day." "Our host said that the society made a pretence of play in order to conspire against the State," said Zorzi.
Consequently, they accompanied Mignon and the priest from Venier to an upper room, in which were seven narrow beds, of which two only were occupied, one by the mother superior and the other by the lay sister.
I daresay that seems complicated to you." Zorzi laughed. "If it is only for the sake of the danger," he said, "why not go and fight the Turks?" "I have tried to do my share of that," replied Venier quietly. "So have some of the others." "Contarini?" asked Zorzi. "No. I believe he has never seen any fighting." While the two were talking the play had proceeded steadily, and almost in silence.
The broad parchment was unrolled in his hands and his eyes were puzzling over the Latin words and the unfamiliar abbreviations; on one side of him stood old Beroviero, reading over his shoulder with absorbed interest, and on the other was Zuan Venier, glancing at the document with the careless certainty of one who knows what to expect.
The idea that a woman should be looked upon as anything more than a slave or an object of prey had never occurred to him. But Venier did not smile. "Since we speak of glass-makers," he said, "Jacopo is doing his best to get that unlucky Dalmatian imprisoned and banished.
And now the music of our men had sunk to one faint whistling from Eustace of tunes in harmony with whispers at the prow. Then came the steps of the Palazzo Venier and the deep-scented darkness of the garden. As we passed through to supper, I plucked a spray of yellow Banksia rose, and put it in my button-hole. The dew was on its burnished leaves, and evening had drawn forth its perfume.
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