"It is."
"Better still;-thy name?"
"Angelo Villani."
"I take thy blue eyes and low broad brow," said Montreal, with a slight sigh, "in pledge of thy truth. Henceforth, Angelo Villani, thou art in the list of my secretaries. Another time thou shalt tell me more of thyself. Thy service dates from this day. For the rest, no man ever wanted wealth who served Walter de Montreal; nor advancement, if he served him faithfully. My closet, through yonder door, is thy waiting-room. Ask for, and send hither, Lusignan of Lyons; he is my chief scribe, and will see to thy comforts, and instruct thee in thy business."
Angelo withdrew-Montreal"s eye followed him.
"A strange likeness!" said he, musingly and sadly; "my heart leaps to that boy!"
Chapter 10.III. Montreal"s Banquet.
Some few days after the date of the last chapter, Rienzi received news from Rome, which seemed to produce in him a joyous and elated excitement. His troops still lay before Palestrina, and still the banners of the Barons waved over its unconquered walls. In truth, the Italians employed half their time in brawls amongst themselves; the Velletritrani had feuds with the people of Tivoli, and the Romans were still afraid of conquering the Barons;-"The hornet," said they, "stings worse after he is dead; and neither an Orsini, a Savelli, nor a Colonna, was ever known to forgive."
Again and again had the captains of his army a.s.sured the indignant Senator that the fortress was impregnable, and that time and money were idly wasted upon the siege. Rienzi knew better, but he concealed his thoughts.
He now summoned to his tent the brothers of Provence, and announced to them his intention of returning instantly to Rome. "The mercenaries shall continue the siege under our Lieutenant, and you, with my Roman Legion, shall accompany me. Your brother, Sir Walter, and I, both want your presence; we have affairs to arrange between us. After a few days I shall raise recruits in the city, and return."
This was what the brothers desired; they approved, with evident joy, the Senator"s proposition.
Rienzi next sent for the lieutenant of his bodyguard, the same Riccardo Annibaldi whom the reader will remember in the earlier part of this work, as the antagonist of Montreal"s lance. This young man-one of the few n.o.bles who espoused the cause of the Senator-had evinced great courage and military ability, and promised fair (should Fate spare his life (It appears that this was the same Annibaldi who was afterwards slain in an affray:-Petrarch lauds his valour and laments his fate.)) to become one of the best Captains of his time.
"Dear Annibaldi," said Rienzi; "at length I can fulfil the project on which we have privately conferred. I take with me to Rome the two Provencal Captains-I leave you chief of the army. Palestrina will yield now-eh!-ha, ha, ha!-Palestrina will yield now!"
"By my right hand, I think so, Senator," replied Annibaldi. "These foreigners have hitherto only stirred up quarrels amongst ourselves, and if not cowards are certainly traitors!"
"Hush, hush, hush! Traitors! The learned Arimbaldo, the brave Brettone, traitors! Fie on it! No, no; they are very excellent, honourable men, but not lucky in the camp;-not lucky in the camp;-better speed to them in the city! And now to business."
The Senator then detailed to Annibaldi the plan he himself had formed for taking the town, and the military skill of Annibaldi at once recognised its feasibility.
With his Roman troop, and Montreal"s brothers, one at either hand, Rienzi then departed to Rome.
That night Montreal gave a banquet to Pandulfo di Guido, and to certain of the princ.i.p.al citizens, whom one by one he had already sounded, and found hollow at heart to the cause of the Senator.
Pandulfo sate at the right hand of the Knight of St. John, and Montreal lavished upon him the most courteous attentions.
"Pledge me in this-it is from the Vale of Chiana, near Monte Pulciano," said Montreal. "I think I have heard bookmen say (you know, Signor Pandulfo, we ought all to be bookmen now!) that the site was renowned of old. In truth, the wine hath a racy flavour."
"I hear," said Bruttini, one of the lesser Barons, (a stanch friend to the Colonna,) "that in this respect the innkeeper"s son has put his book-learning to some use: he knows every place where the wine grows richest."
"What! the Senator is turned wine-bibber!" said Montreal, quaffing a vast goblet full; "that must unfit him for business-"tis a pity."
"Verily, yes," said Pandulfo; "a man at the head of a state should be temperate-I never drink wine unmixed."
"Ah," whispered Montreal, "if your calm good sense ruled Rome, then, indeed, the metropolis of Italy might taste of peace. Signor Vivaldi,"-and the host turned towards a wealthy draper,-"these disturbances are bad for trade."
"Very, very!" groaned the draper.
"The Barons are your best customers," quoth the minor n.o.ble.
"Much, much!" said the draper.
""Tis a pity that they are thus roughly expelled," said Montreal, in a melancholy tone. "Would it not be possible, if the Senator (I drink his health) were less rash-less zealous, rather,-to unite free inst.i.tutions with the return of the Barons?-such should be the task of a truly wise statesman!"
"It surely might be possible," returned Vivaldi; "the Savelli alone spend more with me than all the rest of Rome."
"I know not if it be possible," said Bruttini; "but I do know that it is an outrage to all decorum that an innkeeper"s son should be enabled to make a solitude of the palaces of Rome."
"It certainly seems to indicate too vulgar a desire of mob favour," said Montreal. "However, I trust we shall harmonize all these differences. Rienzi, perhaps,-nay, doubtless, means well!"
"I would," said Vivaldi, who had received his cue, "that we might form a mixed const.i.tution-Plebeians and Patricians, each in their separate order."
"But," said Montreal, gravely, "so new an experiment would demand great physical force."
"Why, true; but we might call in an umpire-a foreigner who had no interest in either faction-who might protect the new Buono Stato; a Podesta, as we have done before-Brancaleone, for instance. How well and wisely he ruled! that was a golden age for Rome. A Podesta for ever!-that"s my theory."
"You need not seek far for the president of your council," said Montreal, smiling at Pandulfo; "a citizen at once popular, well-born, and wealthy, may be found at my right hand."
Pandulfo hemmed, and coloured.
Montreal proceeded. "A committee of trades might furnish an honourable employment to Signor Vivaldi; and the treatment of all foreign affairs-the employment of armies, &c., might be left to the Barons, with a more open compet.i.tion, Signor di Bruttini, to the Barons of the second order than has. .h.i.therto been conceded to their birth and importance. Sirs, will you taste the Malvoisie?"
"Still," said Vivaldi, after a pause-(Vivaldi antic.i.p.ated at least the supplying with cloth the whole of the Grand Company)-"still, such a moderate and well-digested const.i.tution would never be acceded to by Rienzi."
"Why should it? what need of Rienzi?" exclaimed Bruttini. "Rienzi may take another trip to Bohemia."
"Gently, gently," said Montreal; "I do not despair. All open violence against the Senator would strengthen his power. No, no, humble him-admit the Barons, and then insist on your own terms. Between the two factions you might then establish a fitting balance. And in order to keep your new const.i.tution from the encroachment of either extreme, there are warriors and knights, too, who for a certain rank in the great city of Rome would maintain horse and foot at its service. We Ultra-Montanes are often harshly judged; we are wanderers and Ishmaelites, solely because we have no honourable place of rest. Now, if I-"
"Ay, if you, n.o.ble Montreal!" said Vivaldi.
The company remained hushed in breathless attention, when suddenly there was heard-deep, solemn, m.u.f.fled,-the great bell of the Capitol!
"Hark!" said Vivaldi, the bell: "It tolls for execution: an unwonted hour!"
"Sure, the Senator has not returned!" exclaimed Pandulfo di Guido, turning pale.
"No, no," quoth Bruttini, "it is but a robber, caught two nights ago in Romagna. I heard that he was to die tonight."
At the word "robber," Montreal changed countenance slightly. The wine circulated-the bell continued to toll-its suddenness over, it ceased to alarm. Conversation flowed again.
"What were you saying, Sir Knight?" said Vivaldi.
"Why, let me think on"t;-oh, speaking of the necessity of supporting a new state by force, I said that if I-"
"Ah, that was it!" quoth Bruttini, thumping the table.
"If I were summoned to your aid-summoned, mind ye, and absolved by the Pope"s Legate of my former sins-(they weigh heavily on me, gentles)-I would myself guard your city from foreign foe and civil disturbance, with my gallant swordsmen. Not a Roman citizen should contribute a "danaro" to the cost."
"Viva Fra Moreale!" cried Bruttini; and the shout was echoed by all the boon companions.
"Enough for me," continued Montreal, "to expiate my offences. Ye know, gentlemen, my order is vowed to G.o.d and the Church-a warrior-monk am I! Enough for me to expiate my offences, I say, in the defence of the Holy City. Yet I, too, have my private and more earthly views,-who is above them? I-the bell changes its note!"
"It is but the change that preludes execution-the poor robber is about to die!"
Montreal crossed himself, and resumed:-"I am a knight and a n.o.ble," said he, proudly; "the profession I have followed is that of arms; but-I will not disguise it-mine equals have regarded me as one who has stained his scutcheon by too reckless a pursuit of glory and of gain. I wish to reconcile myself with my order-to purchase a new name-to vindicate myself to the Grand Master and the Pontiff. I have had hints, gentles,-hints, that I might best promote my interest by restoring order to the Papal metropolis. The Legate Albornoz (here is his letter) recommends me to keep watch upon the Senator."
"Surely," interrupted Pandulfo, "I hear steps below."
"The mob going to the robber"s execution," said Bruttini; "proceed, Sir Knight!"
"And," continued Montreal, surveying his audience before he proceeded farther, "what think ye-(I do but ask your opinion, wiser than mine)-what think ye, as a fitting precaution against too arbitrary a power in the Senator-what think ye of the return of the Colonna, and the bold Barons of Palestrina?"
"Here"s to their health!" cried Vivaldi, rising.
As by a sudden impulse, the company rose. "To the health of the besieged Barons!" was shouted aloud.
"Next, what if-(I do but humbly suggest)-what if you gave the Senator a colleague?-it is no affront to him. It was but as yesterday that one of the Colonna, who was Senator, received a colleague in Bertoldo Orsini."
"A most wise precaution," cried Vivaldi. "And where a colleague like Pandulfo di Guido?"
"Viva Pandulfo di Guido!" cried the guests, and again their goblets were drained to the bottom.
"And if in this I can a.s.sist ye by fair words with the Senator, (ye know he owes me monies-my brothers have served him), command Walter de Montreal."
"And if fair words fail?" said Vivaldi.
"The Grand Company-(heed me, ye are the counsellors)-the Grand Company is accustomed to forced marches!"
"Viva Fra Moreale!" cried Bruttini and Vivaldi, simultaneously. "A health to all, my friends;" continued Bruttini; "a health to the Barons, Rome"s old friends; to Pandulfo di Guido, the Senator"s new colleague, and to Fra Moreale, Rome"s new Podesta."
"The bell has ceased," said Vivaldi, putting down his goblet.
"Heaven have mercy on the robber!" added Bruttini.
Scarce had he spoken, ere three taps were heard at the door-the guests looked at each other in dumb amaze.
"New guests!" said Montreal. "I asked some trusty friends to join us this evening. By my faith they are welcome! Enter!"
The door opened slowly; three by three entered, in complete armour, the guards of the Senator. On they marched, regular and speechless. They surrounded the festive board-they filled the s.p.a.cious hall, and the lights of the banquet were reflected upon their corselets as on a wall of steel.
Not a syllable was uttered by the feasters, they were as if turned to stone. Presently the guards gave way, and Rienzi himself appeared. He approached the table, and folding his arms, turned his gaze deliberately from guest to guest, till at last, his eyes rested on Montreal, who had also risen, and who alone of the party had recovered the amaze of the moment.
And there, as these two men, each so celebrated, so proud, able, and ambitious, stood, front to front-it was literally as if the rival Spirits of Force and Intellect, Order and Strife, of the Falchion and the Fasces-the Antagonist Principles by which empires are ruled and empires overthrown, had met together, incarnate and opposed. They stood, both silent,-as if fascinated by each other"s gaze,-loftier in stature, and n.o.bler in presence than all around.
Montreal spoke first, and with a forced smile.
"Senator of Rome!-dare I believe that my poor banquet tempts thee, and may I trust that these armed men are a graceful compliment to one to whom arms have been a pastime?"
Rienzi answered not, but waved his hand to his guards. Montreal was seized on the instant. Again he surveyed the guests-as a bird from the rattle-snake,-shrunk Pandulfo di Guido, trembling, motionless, aghast, from the glittering eye of the Senator. Slowly Rienzi raised his fatal hand towards the unhappy citizen-Pandulfo saw,-felt his doom,-shrieked,-and fell senseless in the arms of the soldiers.
One other and rapid glance cast the Senator round the board, and then, with a disdainful smile, as if anxious for no meaner prey, turned away. Not a breath had hitherto pa.s.sed his lips-all had been dumb show-and his grim silence had imparted a more freezing terror to his unguessed-for apparition. Only, when he reached the door, he turned back, gazed upon the Knight of St. John"s bold and undaunted face, and said, almost in a whisper, "Walter de Montreal!-you heard the death-knell!"
Chapter 10.IV. The Sentence of Walter de Montreal.
In silence the Captain of the Grand Company was borne to the prison of the Capitol. In the same building lodged the rivals for the government of Rome; the one occupied the prison, the other the palace. The guards forebore the ceremony of fetters, and leaving a lamp on the table, Montreal perceived he was not alone,-his brothers had preceded him.
"Ye are happily met," said the Knight of St. John; "we have pa.s.sed together pleasanter nights than this is likely to be."
"Can you jest, Walter?" said Arimbaldo, half-weeping. "Know you not that our doom is fixed? Death scowls upon us."
"Death!" repeated Montreal, and for the first time his countenance changed; perhaps for the first time in his life he felt the thrill and agony of fear.
"Death!" he repeated again. "Impossible! He dare not, Brettone; the soldiers, the Northmen!-they will mutiny, they will pluck us back from the grasp of the headsman!"
"Cast from you so vain a hope," said Brettone sullenly; "the soldiers are encamped at Palestrina."
"How! Dolt-fool! Came you then to Rome alone! Are we alone with this dread man?"
"You are the dolt! Why came you hither?" answered the brother.
"Why, indeed! but that I knew thou wast the Captain of the army; and-but thou said"st right-the folly is mine, to have played against the crafty Tribune so unequal a brain as thine. Enough! Reproaches are idle. When were ye arrested?"
"At dusk-the instant we entered the gates of Rome. Rienzi entered privately."
"Humph! What can he know against me? Who can have betrayed me? My secretaries are tried-all trustworthy-except that youth, and he so seemingly zealous-that Angelo Villani!"
"Villani! Angelo Villani!" cried the brothers in a breath. "Hast thou confided aught to him?"