Having reached this conclusion, the mild little clerk suddenly felt the blood of a hero beating in his veins and longed to take Karaboghazji by the throat and shake him till he was senseless, never doubting but that the cause of justice would miraculously give him the strength needed for the enterprise. He submitted to be hurried away, indeed, because the moment was evidently not propitious for a feat of knight-errantry; but as he walked he struck his cornel stick viciously into the pasty mud and shut his mouth tight under his well-trimmed grey beard.
"And now," said Rustan, drawing something like a breath of relief as they emerged into the open s.p.a.ce before the church, "pray tell me what urgent business brings you so far to find me, and tell me, too, how you came to know where I was."
Here Omobono suddenly realised that in his deductions he had made some great mistake; for if Rustan had been in the beggars" quarter for such a purpose as the Venetian suspected, how was it possible that he should have left any sort of directions with his wife and the sacristan for finding him, in case he should be wanted on some urgent business? Omobono, always charitable, at once concluded that he had been led away into judging the man unjustly.
"Messer Carlo Zeno, the Venetian merchant, is very anxious to see you this very evening," he said. "From his manner, I suspect that the business will not bear any delay and that it may be profitable to you."
Rustan smiled, bent his head and walked quickly, but said nothing for several moments.
"Does Messer Zeno need money?" he asked presently. "If so, let us stop at my house and I will see what little sum I can dispose of."
Mild as Omobono was, an angry, contemptuous answer rose to his lips, but he checked it in time.
"My master never borrows," he answered, with immense dignity. "I can only tell you that so far as I know he wishes to see you in regard to some commission with which a friend in Venice has charged him."
Rustan smiled more pleasantly than ever, and walked still faster.
"We will go directly to Messer Zeno"s house, then," he said. "This is a most fortunate day for buying and selling, and perhaps I have precisely what he wants. We shall see, we shall see!"
Omobono"s thin little legs had hard work to keep up with the Bokharian"s untiring stride, and though Rustan made a remark now and then, the clerk could hardly answer him for lack of breath. The sun had set and it was almost dark when they reached Zeno"s house, and the secretary knocked at the door of his master"s private room.
CHAPTER III
When it was quite dark the old woman came back with something hidden under her tattered shawl, and Zoe drew the rotten shutters that barely hung by the hinges and fastened them inside with bits of rain-bleached cord that were knotted through holes in the wood. She also shut the door and put up a wooden bar across it. While she was doing this she could hear Anastasia, the crazy paralytic who lived farther down the lane, singing a sort of mad litany of hunger to herself in the dark.
It was the thin nasal voice of a starving lunatic, rising sharply and then dying away in a tuneless wail:--
Holy Mother, send us a little food, for we are hungry!
Kyrie eleeison! Eleeison!
Blessed Michael Archangel, gives us meat, for we starve!
Eleeison!
O blessed Charalambos, for the love of Heaven, a kid roasted on the coals and good bread with it! Eleeison, eleeison! We are hungry!
Holy Sergius and Bacchus, Martyrs, have mercy upon us and send us a savoury meal of pottage! Eleeison! Pottage with oil and pepper! Eleeison, eleeison!
Holy Peter and Paul and Zacharius, send your angels with fish, and with meat, and with sweet cooked herbs! Eleeison, let us eat and be filled, and sleep! Eleeison! Spread us your heavenly tables, and let us drink of the good water from the heavenly spring!
Oh, we are hungry! We are starving! Eleeison! Eleeison!
Eleeison!
The miserable, crazy voice rose to a piercing scream, that made Zoe shudder; and then there came a little low, faint wailing, as the mad woman collapsed in her chair, dreaming perhaps that her prayer was about to be answered.
Zoe had shut the door, and there was now a little light in the ruined room; for Nectaria, the old beggar woman, had been crouching in a corner over an earthen pan in which a few live coals were buried under ashes, and she had blown upon them till they glowed and had kindled a splinter of dry wood to a flame, and with this she had lit the small wick of an earthen lamp which held mingled oil and sheep"s fat. But she placed the light on the stone floor so shaded that not a single ray could fall towards the door or the cracked shutters, lest some late returning beggar should see a glimmer from outside and guess that there was something to get by breaking in and stealing; for they were only three women, one dying, one very old, and the third Zoe herself, and two young children, and some of the beggars were strong men who had only lost one eye, or perhaps one hand, which had been chopped off for stealing.
When the light was burning Zoe could see that the sick woman was awake, and she poured out some milk from a small jug which Nectaria had brought, and warmed it over the coals in a cracked cup, and held it to the tired lips, propping up the pillow with her other hand. And the sick one drank, and tried to smile.
Meanwhile Nectaria spread out the rest of the supplies she had brought on a clean board; there was a small black loaf and three little fishes fried in oil, such as could be bought where food is cooked at the corners of the streets for the very poor. The two children gazed at this delicious meal with hungry eyes. They were boys, not more than seven and eight years old, and their rags were tied to them, to cover them, with all sorts of bits of string and strips of torn linen. But they were quite quiet, and did not try to take their share till Zoe came to the board and broke the black loaf into four equal portions with her white fingers. There was a piece for each of the boys, and a piece for Nectaria, and the girl kept a piece for herself; but she would not take a fish, as there were only three.
"This is all I could buy for the money," said Nectaria. "The milk is very dear now."
"Why do you give it to me?" asked the sick woman, in a sweet and faint voice. "You are only feeding the dead, and the living need the food."
"Mother!" cried Zoe reproachfully, "if you love us, do not talk of leaving us! The Bokharian has promised to bring a physician to see you, and to give us money for what you need. He will come in the morning, early in the morning, and you shall be cured, and live! Is it not as I say, Nectaria?"
The old woman nodded her head in answer as she munched her black bread, but would say nothing, and would not look up. There was silence for a while.
"And what have you promised the Bokharian?" asked the mother at last, fixing her sad eyes on Zoe"s face. "Did ever one of his people give one of us anything without return?"
"I have promised nothing," Zoe answered, meeting her mother"s gaze quietly. Yet there was a shade of effort in her tone.
"Nothing yet," said the sick woman. "I understand. But it will come--it will come too soon!"
She turned away her face on the pillow and the last words were hardly audible. The little boys did not hear them, and would not have understood; but old Nectaria heard and made signs to Zoe. The signs meant that by and by, when the sick woman should be dozing, Nectaria had something to tell; and Zoe nodded.
There was silence again till all had finished eating and had drunk in turn from the earthen jar of water. Then they sat still and silent for a little while, and though the windows and the door were shut they could hear the mad woman singing again:--
Eleeison! Spread heavenly tables! Eleeison! We are starving!
Eleeison! Eleeison! Eleeison!
The sick woman breathed softly and regularly. The little boys grew sleepy and nodded, and huddled against each other as they sat. Then old Nectaria took the light and led them, half asleep, to a sort of bunk of boards and dry straw, in a small inner room, and put them to bed, covering them as well as she could; and they were soon asleep.
She came back, shading the light carefully with her hand; and presently, when the sick woman seemed to be sleeping also, Nectaria and Zoe crept softly to the other end of the room and talked in whispers.
"She is better to-night," said the girl.
Nectaria shook her head doubtfully.
"How can any one get well here, without medicine, without food, without fire?" she asked. "Yes--she is better--a little. It will only take her longer to die."
"She shall not die," said Zoe. "The Bokharian has promised money and help."
"For nothing? he will give nothing," Nectaria answered sadly. "He talked long with me this afternoon, out in the street. I implored him to give us a little help now, till the danger is pa.s.sed, because if you leave her she will die."
"Did you try to make him believe that if he would help us now you would betray me to him in a few days?"
"Yes, but he laughed at me--softly and wisely as Bokharians laugh. He asked me if one should feed wolves with flesh before baiting the pit-fall that is to catch them. He says plainly that until you can make up your mind, we shall have only the three pennies he gives us every day, and if your mother dies, so much the worse; and if the children die, so much the worse; and if I die, so much the worse; for he says you are the strongest of us and will outlive us all."
"It is true!" Zoe clasped her hands against the wall and pressed her forehead against them, closing her eyes. "It is true," she repeated, in the same whisper, "I am so strong!"
Old Nectaria stood beside her and laid one wrinkled cheek to the cold wall, so that her face was near Zoe"s, and they could still talk.
"If I refuse," said the girl, quivering a little in her distress, "I shall see you all die before my eyes, one by one!"