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And now, as he rode down behind the carriage, he was striving to keep his thought fixed on this pious purpose. He resolved that he would not long delay. As soon as Veranilda was safe, he would go on foot, as a pilgrim, to the monastery at Casinum, which were but two or three days' journey, and speak of his intention to the aged and most holy Benedict.
'The king leaves all to my discretion, and I ask nothing better than to do you kindness. Shall it be here, or within? Veranilda whispered 'Here'; whereupon Osuin received a sign, and stalked off. A few minutes passed, and Athalfrida, who, after caresses and tender words, had drawn apart, as if to watch her children playing, beheld the expected visitor.
'We shall ride this afternoon as far as Aquinum, and there pass the night. I go now to speak with Veranilda. 'As you will. Basil withdrew into the portico, sat down, and covered his face with his hands. Fever consumed him, and a dreadful melancholy weighed upon his spirit. At a respectful distance from him, his followers had assembled, ready for departure.
What I did, and still more what I uttered, judge it at the worst. I should but add to my baseness if I urged excuses. 'Let us not remember that, I entreat you, said Veranilda. 'But tell me, if you will, what has befallen you since? 'You know nothing of me since then? 'Nothing. 'And I nothing of you, save that you were with the Gothic army, and honourably entertained.
When at length he was recalled, the siege of Rome had begun. The Gothic ladies now resided at Tibur, where a garrison was established; there Basil and Veranilda again met, and again only for an hour. But their hopes were high, and scarce could they repine at the necessity of parting so soon.
He made a soft gesture with his hand, and the birds flew away. 'Speak on, he said after brief reflection, and with the same indulgence. 'He who tells all speaks not to man but to God. And Basil told all; told it with humble simplicity, with entire truthfulness, recounting his history from the day when he first beheld Veranilda to the dreadful hour when Marcian's blood stained his hands.
All she could do would be to endeavour to learn whether Veranilda remained in the charge of Petronilla's confederate, or had been given up to the Greeks. From conversation she had heard, Silvia inclined to this belief, that Bessas and his subordinates were still vainly seeking. The lover kissed her hands in ardent gratitude.
'You shall; though your going will make the sky black as when Auster blows. But it is not for long. A few days He broke off with the little laugh of a triumphing lover. 'A few days? responded Veranilda, timidly questioning. 'We wait only until that dark ship has sailed for Rome. 'Does Aurelia know that you purpose it so soon? asked Veranilda. 'Why? Has she seemed to you to wish otherwise?
I have small liking for Ravenna, where there is hardly dry land to walk upon, and you can't sleep for the frogs. Verona is better. But, best of all, Mediolanum. There, if he will listen to me, my brother shall have his palace and his court as they say some of the emperors did, I know not how long ago. Still gazing at the far distance, Veranilda murmured: 'I never saw the city nearer than this.
When at length its rays fell upon the pillars of the upper gallery where Veranilda slept, he stood looking towards her chamber, and turned away at length with a wild gesture, like that of a demoniac in torment. The man was torn between spiritual fervour and passions of the flesh.
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