II
ARMS AND THE MANNIKIN
The hubbub of the inn-yard, where shouting merchants wrestled for porters, and donkeys brayed them down, the narrowed eyes of Olimpia, the sardonic grin of the gaunt Mosca, brought our lovers back into the real world. They faced their foes together with insensible meeting and holding of young hands. Angioletto did his best not to feel a detected schoolboy, and did succeed in meeting the Captain"s terrific looks.
Bellaroba made no attempt at heroism. Her blush was a thing to be seen.
"Bellaroba, come with me, my child," said Olimpia severely; but Angioletto kept her hand.
Captain Mosca fiddled at his sword-hilt.
"Would you like spitted lark for supper, Madonna?" he asked with meaning.
Olimpia burst into a shrill laugh, and Angioletto, who had the pluck of a little gamec.o.c.k, turned to his partner in guilt.
"And you, Madonnetta," he said sweetly, "what do you say to _boars head_ larded?"
Bellaroba giggled in spite of herself--for she was terribly frightened--but again Olimpia, the grand indifferent, pealed her delight. The Captain glared round about him over a tossing sea of bales and a.s.ses" ears; getting small joy of that, he scowled portentously at the little minstrel and took a stride forward.
"Look you, sprigling," said he, "you have to do with a man of deeds; a man, by Saint Hercules, of steel."
Angioletto was fired, cheek and eye. He never faltered.
"I wish I had to do with a man of sense," he said.
"If you do not drop that lady"s hand, my lad--" growled the Mosca.
"What then, sir?"
"Then," the Captain roared, "by the ante-chambers of Paradise, she shall cling to carrion!"
Bellaroba with a little cry fell to her knees; Olimpia bit her finger; Angioletto shrugged.
"You have better lungs than manners, Captain," he said quietly. "These ladies of ours are fatigued with travel and tired of fasting. Moreover, I apprehend a bale of carpets on my back at every moment. We will, so please you, sup. If you and the lady whom you escort will do me the honour of sharing my table we can arrange other matters at our leisure.
I have always understood that encounters before ladies are make-believe; but your experience should inform you how far that is true. By leave, Signor Capitano."
Whereupon he lifts up the praying Bellaroba, kisses her forehead, and hands her into the inn as bold as a Viscount. One or two tongues were in one or two cheeks; one hand at least clapped him on the shoulder for a "little a.s.sa.s.sin"--a compliment: the honours were his to that present.
Olimpia followed after him, very much impressed with the thought that the sooner she could exchange Mosca for Mosca"s master the better for her. In the rear of the procession stalked that gaping hero swearing rapidly under his breath to keep himself in some sort of countenance.
Angioletto"s a.s.surance, and with it his luck, held out the evening. Not otherwise could he have cleared himself of the mess. He fairly froze Mosca by the coolness of his a.s.sumptions.
"I will fight you as soon as you choose, and with your own weapons, after supper," said he, "but it is only fair to warn you that you will be killed."
"How so, by the King of Glory!" cried the Captain.
"The wagging finger of Fate, sir," replied Angioletto readily, "and the conjunctions of the stars. My horoscope was taken at Foligno with the utmost exact.i.tude. Mars himself, for reasons of his own, seems to have presided over my begetting. More than that, though I have not the least desire to take your life--should not, indeed, know what to do with it--it will be impossible for me to avoid it. I am really very sorry.
Your case is just on a parallel with that of the younger Altopa.s.so who, on this very day a year ago, insisted upon fighting with me. It is true that I do not pretend to love or even to approve of you, Captain; I consider that your legs have outgrown your brains. But for all that, I should be sorry to think that for want of a little ordinary politeness, or for shanks out of due measure, an honest man had lost his life.
However, I fear the affair has gone too far."
The Captain grew purple and green by turns. The room of full tables was all agog. He let out an oath which I omit.
"The affair has not gone so far as this blade shall go, turkey-poult,"
he thundered.
"Make yourself quite easy on that point, my good sir," said Angioletto, cracking a walnut; "your sword shall fly the length of the room. I have a pa.s.s that is irresistible. You cannot fight planets, Captain."
"I have never tried yet, by our Lord," the Captain admitted, "but no one has dared to doubt my valour, and, planet or no planet, I"ll run you through."
Angioletto smiled at another walnut. "I find the conceit admirable,"
said he, "yet you will perish so sure as this city is Rovigo and a t.i.tular fief of my mistress"s master."
"A straw for your mistress, little egg," cried the suffocating Captain.
"I will give it to Countess Lionella as your dying gift, Signor Capitano."
The name smacked him in the face; he shook his head like a worried bull, or as a dog shakes water from his pelt. Olimpia, too, was interested, and for the first time. With face fixed between her hands, she leaned both elbows on the table, watching.
"Is the Countess Lionella your mistress?" she asked. Angioletto made her a bow; the company applauded a popular name. Olimpia turned a glance upon her Captain, which said as plainly as she could have spoken, "Finish him for your master"s sake." But it had no meaning for the champion, who possibly knew more about his master than he had been minded to declare.
Angioletto tapped the ground with his toe. "Come, Master Captain," he said, "before your blood cools."
"Have no fear, bantam," said a jolly Dominican in his ear, "that toad"s blood was never hot." It certainly looked like it. The Captain scratched his head.
"Look ye now, youngster," he said at last, "I serve his worship Count Guarino Guarini, who is the husband of Madama Lionella; and lucky for you that service is. Otherwise, by the truly splintered Cross, it had gone hard with you this night."
"Oh, brava, brava!" cheered the dining-room, and then hooted the Captain to his bench.
Angioletto put up his little hanger with a curt nod in his enemy"s direction. "For the Countess"s sake I spare you to the Count, Captain Mosca; though what precisely your value may be to his Excellency I do not at present understand."
Thereupon he turned to his poor Bellaroba, took her in his arms before them all, kissed her eyes dry of tears, and ended by drawing a rueful smile from her lips. The dining-room found him admirable throughout; but Olimpia got up, yawning.
"Come, child, it is time for bed," she declared, "I suppose even this entertainment must have a term." There was no gainsaying it. The lovers were torn apart by the moral force of Olimpia"s attendance; but not until it was demonstrated that, though good-night is a word of two syllables, it needs four lips, and is therefore capable of infinite extension.
"Well, my child, I hope you are satisfied with this little day"s work,"
said Olimpia, half undressed.
For answer, Bellaroba, upon her friend"s neck, dissolved in a flood of happy tears.
III
HOW THEY CAME TO FERRARA