"Why, I fear he must have seen-at least in part-my correspondence with you, and with the Barons-he was among my scribes. Know you aught of him?"
"Walter, Heaven hath demented you!" returned Brettone. "Angelo Villani is the favourite menial of the Senator."
"Those eyes deceived me, then," muttered Montreal, solemnly and shuddering; "and, as if her ghost had returned to earth, G.o.d smites me from the grave!"
There was a long silence. At length Montreal, whose bold and sanguine temper was never long clouded, spoke again.
"Are the Senator"s coffers full?-But that is impossible."
"Bare as a Dominican"s."
"We are saved, then. He shall name his price for our heads. Money must be more useful to him than blood."
And as if with that thought all further meditation were rendered unnecessary, Montreal doffed his mantle, uttered a short prayer, and flung himself on a pallet in a corner of the cell.
"I have slept on worse beds," said the Knight, stretching himself; and in a few minutes he was fast asleep.
The brothers listened to his deep-drawn, but regular breathing, with envy and wonder, but they were in no mood to converse. Still and speechless, they sate like statues beside the sleeper. Time pa.s.sed on, and the first cold air of the hour that succeeds to midnight crept through the bars of their cell. The bolts crashed, the door opened, six men-at-arms entered, pa.s.sed the brothers, and one of them touched Montreal.
"Ha!" said he, still sleeping, but turning round. "Ha!" said he, in the soft Provencal tongue, "sweet Adeline, we will not rise yet-it is so long since we met!"
"What says he?" muttered the guard, shaking Montreal roughly. The Knight sprang up at once, and his hand grasped the head of his bed as for his sword. He stared round bewildered, rubbed his eyes, and then gazing on the guard, became alive to the present.
"Ye are early risers in the Capitol," said he. "What want ye of me?"
"It waits you!"
"It! What?" said Montreal.
"The rack!" replied the soldier, with a malignant scowl.
The Great Captain said not a word. He looked for one moment at the six swordsmen, as if measuring his single strength against theirs. His eye then wandered round the room. The rudest bar of iron would have been dearer to him than he had ever yet found the proofest steel of Milan. He completed his survey with a sigh, threw his mantle over his shoulders, nodded at his brethren, and followed the guard.
In a hall of the Capitol, hung with the ominous silk of white rays on a blood-red ground, sate Rienzi and his councillors. Across a recess was drawn a black curtain.
"Walter de Montreal," said a small man at the foot of the table, "Knight of the ill.u.s.trious order of St. John of Jerusalem-"
"And Captain of the Grand Company!" added the prisoner, in a firm voice.
"You stand accused of divers counts: robbery and murder, in Tuscany, Romagna, and Apulia-"
"For robbery and murder, brave men, and belted Knights," said Montreal, drawing himself up, "would use the words "war and victory." To those charges I plead guilty! Proceed."
"You are next accused of treasonable conspiracy against the liberties of Rome for the restoration of the proscribed Barons-and of traitorous correspondence with Stefanello Colonna at Palestrina."
"My accuser?"
"Step forth, Angelo Villani!"
"You are my betrayer, then?" said Montreal steadily. "I deserved this. I beseech you, Senator of Rome, let this young man retire. I confess my correspondence with the Colonna, and my desire to restore the Barons."
Rienzi motioned to Villani, who bowed and withdrew.
"There rests only then for you, Walter de Montreal, to relate, fully and faithfully, the details of your conspiracy."
"That is impossible," replied Montreal, carelessly.
"And why?"
"Because, doing as I please with my own life, I will not betray the lives of others."
"Bethink thee-thou wouldst have betrayed the life of thy judge!"
"Not betrayed-thou didst not trust me."
"The law, Walter de Montreal, hath sharp inquisitors-behold!"
The black curtain was drawn aside, and the eye of Montreal rested on the executioner and the rack! His proud breast heaved indignantly.
"Senator of Rome," said he, "these instruments are for serfs and villeins. I have been a warrior and a leader; life and death have been in my hands-I have used them as I listed; but to mine equal and my foe, I never proffered the insult of the rack."
"Sir Walter de Montreal," returned the Senator, gravely, but with some courteous respect, "your answer is that which rises naturally to the lips of brave men. But learn from me, whom fortune hath made thy judge, that no more for serf and villein, than for knight and n.o.ble, are such instruments the engines of law, or the tests of truth. I yielded but to the desire of these reverend councillors, to test thy nerves. But, wert thou the meanest peasant of the Campagna, before my judgment-seat thou needst not apprehend the torture. Walter de Montreal, amongst the Princes of Italy thou hast known, amongst the Roman Barons thou wouldst have aided, is there one who could make that boast?"
"I desired only," said Montreal, with some hesitation, "to unite the Barons with thee; nor did I intrigue against thy life!"
Rienzi frowned-"Enough," he said, hastily. "Knight of St. John, I know thy secret projects, subterfuge and evasion neither befit nor avail thee. If thou didst not intrigue against my life, thou didst intrigue against the life of Rome. Thou hast but one favour left to demand on earth, it is the manner of thy death."
Montreal"s lip worked convulsively.
"Senator," said he, in a low voice, "may I crave audience with thee alone for one minute?"
The councillors looked up.
"My Lord," whispered the eldest of them, "doubtless he hath concealed weapons-trust him not."
"Prisoner," returned Rienzi, after a moment"s pause; "if thou seekest for mercy thy request is idle, and before my coadjutors I have no secret; speak out what thou hast to say!"
"Yet listen to me," said the prisoner, folding his arms; "it concerns not my life, but Rome"s welfare."
"Then," said Rienzi, in an altered tone, "thy request is granted. Thou mayst add to thy guilt the design of the a.s.sa.s.sin, but for Rome I would dare greater danger."
So saying, he motioned to the councillors, who slowly withdrew by the door which had admitted Villani, while the guards retired to the farthest extremity of the hall.
"Now, Walter de Montreal, be brief, for thy time is short."
"Senator," said Montreal, "my life can but little profit you; men will say that you destroyed your creditor in order to cancel your debt. Fix a sum upon my life, estimate it at the price of a monarch"s; every florin shall be paid to you, and your treasury will be filled for five years to come. If the "Buono Stato" depends on your government, what I have asked, your solicitude for Rome will not permit you to refuse."
"You mistake me, bold robber," said Rienzi, sternly; "your treason I could guard against, and therefore forgive; your ambition, never! Mark me, I know you! Place your hand on your heart and say whether, could we change places, you, as Rienzi, would suffer all the gold of earth to purchase the life of Walter de Montreal? For men"s reading of my conduct, that must I bear; for mine own reading, mine eyes must be purged from corruption. I am answerable to G.o.d for the trust of Rome. And Rome trembles while the head of the Grand Company lives in the plotting brain and the daring heart of Walter de Montreal. Man-wealthy, great, and subtle as you are, your hours are numbered; with the rise of the sun you die!"
Montreal"s eyes, fixed upon the Senator"s face, saw hope was over; his pride and his fort.i.tude returned to him.
"We have wasted words," said he. "I played for a great stake, I have lost, and must pay the forfeit! I am prepared. On the threshold of the Unknown World, the dark spirit of prophecy rushes into us. Lord Senator, I go before thee to announce-that in Heaven or in h.e.l.l-ere many days be over, room must be given to one mightier than I am!"
As he spoke, his form dilated, his eye glared; and Rienzi, cowering as never had he cowered before, shrunk back, and shaded his face with his hand.
"The manner of your death?" he asked, in a hollow voice.
"The axe: it is that which befits knight and warrior. For thee, Senator, Fate hath a less n.o.ble death."
"Robber be dumb!" cried Rienzi, pa.s.sionately; "Guards, bear back the prisoner. At sunrise, Montreal-"
"Sets the sun of the scourge of Italy," said the Knight, bitterly. "Be it so. One request more; the Knights of St. John claim affinity with the Augustine order; grant me an Augustine confessor."
"It is granted; and in return for thy denunciations, I, who can give thee no earthly mercy, will implore the Judge of all for pardon to thy soul!"
"Senator, I have done with man"s mediation. My brethren? Their deaths are not necessary to thy safety or thy revenge!"
Rienzi mused a moment: "No," said he, "dangerous tools they were, but without the workman they may rust unharming. They served me once, too. Prisoner, their lives are spared."
Chapter 10.V. The Discovery.
The Council was broken up-Rienzi hastened to his own apartments. Meeting Villani by the way, he pressed the youth"s hand affectionately. "You have saved Rome and me from great peril," said he; "the saints reward you!" Without tarrying for Villani"s answer, he hurried on. Nina, anxious and perturbed, awaited him in their chamber.
"Not a-bed yet?" said he: "fie, Nina, even thy beauty will not stand these vigils."
"I could not rest till I had seen thee. I hear (all Rome has heard it ere this) that thou hast seized Walter de Montreal, and that he will perish by the headsman."
"The first robber that ever died so brave a death," returned Rienzi, slowly unrobing himself.
"Cola, I have never crossed your schemes,-your policy, even by a suggestion. Enough for me to triumph in their success, to mourn for their failure. Now, I ask thee one request-spare me the life of this man."
"Nina-"
"Hear me,-for thee I speak! Despite his crimes, his valour and his genius have gained him admirers, even amongst his foes. Many a prince, many a state that secretly rejoices at his fall, will affect horror against his judge. Hear me farther. His brothers aided your return; the world will term you ungrateful. His brothers lent you monies, the world-(out on it!)-will term you-"
"Hold!" interrupted the Senator. "All that thou sayest, my mind forestalled. But thou knowest me-to thee I have no disguise. No compact can bind Montreal"s faith-no mercy win his grat.i.tude. Before his red right hand truth and justice are swept away. If I condemn Montreal I incur disgrace and risk danger-granted. If I release him, ere the first showers of April, the chargers of the Northmen will neigh in the halls of the Capitol. Which shall I hazard in this alternative, myself or Rome? Ask me no more-to bed, to bed!"
"Couldst thou read my forebodings, Cola, mystic-gloomy-unaccountable?"
"Forebodings!-I have mine," answered Rienzi, sadly, gazing on s.p.a.ce, as if his thoughts peopled it with spectres. Then, raising his eyes to Heaven, he said with that fanatical energy which made much both of his strength and weakness-"Lord, mine at least not the sin of Saul! the Amalekite shall not be saved!"
While Rienzi enjoyed a short, troubled, and restless sleep, over which Nina watched-unslumbering, anxious, tearful, and oppressed with dark and terrible forewarnings-the accuser was more happy than the judge. The last thoughts that floated before the young mind of Angelo Villani, ere wrapped in sleep, were bright and sanguine. He felt no honourable remorse that he had entrapped the confidence of another-he felt only that his scheme had prospered, that his mission had been fulfilled. The grateful words of Rienzi rang in his ear, and hopes of fortune and power, beneath the sway of the Roman Senator, lulled him into slumber, and coloured all his dreams.
Scarce, however, had he been two hours asleep, ere he was wakened by one of the attendants of the palace, himself half awake. "Pardon me, Messere Villani," said he, "but there is a messenger below from the good Sister Ursula; he bids thee haste instantly to the Convent-she is sick unto death, and has tidings that crave thy immediate presence."
Angelo, whose morbid susceptibility as to his parentage was ever excited by vague but ambitious hopes-started up, dressed hurriedly, and joining the messenger below, repaired to the Convent. In the Court of the Capitol, and by the Staircase of the Lion, was already heard the noise of the workmen, and looking back, Villani beheld the scaffold, hung with black-sleeping cloudlike in the grey light of dawn-at the same time, the bell of the Capitol tolled heavily. A pang shot athwart him. He hurried on;-despite the immature earliness of the hour, he met groups of either s.e.x, hastening along the streets to witness the execution of the redoubted Captain of the Grand Company. The Convent of the Augustines was at the farthest extremity of that city, even then so extensive, and the red light upon the hilltops already heralded the rising sun, ere the young man reached the venerable porch. His name obtained him instant admittance.
"Heaven grant," said an old Nun, who conducted him through a long and winding pa.s.sage, "that thou mayst bring comfort to the sick sister: she has pined for thee grievously since matins."
In a cell set apart for the reception of visitors (from the outward world), to such of the Sisterhood as received the necessary dispensation, sate the aged Nun. Angelo had only seen her once since his return to Rome, and since then disease had made rapid havoc on her form and features. And now, in her shroudlike garments and attenuated frame, she seemed by the morning light as a spectre whom day had surprised above the earth. She approached the youth, however, with a motion more elastic and rapid than seemed possible to her worn and ghastly form. "Thou art come," she said. "Well, well! This morning after matins, my confessor, an Augustine, who alone knows the secrets of my life, took me aside, and told me that Walter de Montreal had been seized by the Senator-that he was adjudged to die, and that one of the Augustine brotherhood had been sent for to attend his last hours-is it so?"
"Thou wert told aright," said Angelo, wonderingly. "The man at whose name thou wert wont to shudder-against whom thou hast so often warned me-will die at sunrise."
"So soon!-so soon!-Oh, Mother of Mercy!-fly! thou art about the person of the Senator, thou hast high favour with him; fly! down on thy knees, and as thou hopest for G.o.d"s grace, rise not till thou hast won the Provencal"s life."
"She raves," muttered Angelo, with white lips.
"I do not rave,-boy!" screeched the Sister, wildly, "know that my daughter was his leman. He disgraced our house,-a house haughtier than his own. Sinner that I was, I vowed revenge. His boy-they had only one!-was brought up in a robber"s camp;-a life of bloodshed-a death of doom-a futurity of h.e.l.l-were before him. I plucked the child from such a fate-I bore him away-I told the father he was dead-I placed him in the path to honourable fortunes. May my sin be forgiven me! Angelo Villani, thou art that child;-Walter de Montreal is thy father. But now, trembling on the verge of death, I shudder at the vindictive thoughts I once nourished. Perhaps-"
"Sinner and accursed!" interrupted Villani, with a loud shout:-"sinner and accursed thou art indeed! Know that it was I who betrayed thy daughter"s lover!-by the son"s treason dies the father!"
Not a moment more did he tarry: he waited not to witness the effect his words produced. As one frantic-as one whom a fiend possesses or pursues-he rushed from the Convent-he flew through the desolate streets. The death-bell came, first indistinct, then loud, upon his ear. Every sound seemed to him like the curse of G.o.d; on-on-he pa.s.sed the more deserted quarter-crowds swept before him-he was mingled with the living stream, delayed, pushed back-thousands on thousands around, before him. Breathless, gasping, he still pressed on-he forced his way-he heard not-he saw not-all was like a dream. Up burst the sun over the distant hills!-the bell ceased! From right to left he pushed aside the crowd-his strength was as a giant"s. He neared the fatal spot. A dead hush lay like a heavy air over the mult.i.tude. He heard a voice, as he pressed along, deep and clear-it was the voice of his father!-it ceased-the audience breathed heavily-they murmured-they swayed to and fro. On, on, went Angelo Villani. The guards of the Senator stopped his way;-he dashed aside their pikes-he eluded their grasp-he pierced the armed barrier-he stood on the Place of the Capitol. "Hold, hold!" he would have cried-but horror struck him dumb. He beheld the gleaming axe-he saw the bended neck. Ere another breath pa.s.sed his lips, a ghastly and trunkless face was raised on high-Walter de Montreal was no more!
Villani saw-swooned not-shrunk not-breathed not!-but he turned his eyes from that lifted head, dropping gore, to the balcony, in which, according to custom, sate, in solemn pomp, the Senator of Rome-and the face of that young man was as the face of a demon!
"Ha!" said he, muttering to himself, and recalling the words of Rienzi seven years before-"Blessed art thou who hast no blood of kindred to avenge!"
Chapter 10.VI. The Suspense.
Walter de Montreal was buried in the church of St. Maria dell" Araceli. But the "evil that he did lived after him!" Although the vulgar had, until his apprehension, murmured against Rienzi for allowing so notorious a freebooter to be at large, he was scarcely dead ere they compa.s.sionated the object of their terror. With that singular species of piety which Montreal had always cultivated, as if a decorous and natural part of the character of a warrior, no sooner was his sentence fixed, than he had surrendered himself to the devout preparation for death. With the Augustine Friar he consumed the brief remainder of the night in prayer and confession, comforted his brothers, and pa.s.sed to the scaffold with the step of a hero and the self-acquittal of a martyr. In the wonderful delusions of the human heart, far from feeling remorse at a life of professional rapine and slaughter, almost the last words of the brave warrior were in proud commendation of his own deeds. "Be valiant like me," he said to his brothers, "and remember that ye are now the heirs to the Humbler of Apulia, Tuscany, and La Marca."
(Pregovi che vi amiate e siate valorosi al mondo, come fui io, che mi feci fare obbedienza a la Puglia, Toscana, e a La Marca."-"Vita di Cola di Rienzi", lib. ii. cap. 22. "I pray you love one another, and be valorous as was I, who made Apulia, Tuscany and La Marca own obedience to me."-"Life of Cola di Rienzi".) This confidence in himself continued at the scaffold. "I die," he said, addressing the Romans-"I die contented, since my bones shall rest in the Holy City of St. Peter and St. Paul, and the Soldier of Christ shall have the burial-place of the Apostles. But I die unjustly. My wealth is my crime-the poverty of your state my accuser. Senator of Rome, thou mayst envy my last hour-men like Walter de Montreal perish not unavenged." So saying, he turned to the East, murmured a brief prayer, knelt down deliberately, and said as to himself, "Rome guard my ashes!-Earth my memory-Fate my revenge;-and, now, Heaven receive my soul!-Strike!" At the first blow, the head was severed from the body.
His treason but imperfectly known, the fear of him forgotten, all that remained of the recollection of Walter de Montreal (The military renown and bold exploits of Montreal are acknowledged by all the Italian authorities. One of them declares that since the time of Caesar, Italy had never known so great a Captain. The biographer of Rienzi, forgetting all the offences of the splendid and knightly robber, seems to feel only commiseration for his fate. He informs us, moreover, that at Tivoli one of his servants (perhaps our friend, Rodolf of Saxony), hearing his death, died of grief the following day.) in Rome, was admiration for his heroism, and compa.s.sion for his end. The fate of Pandulfo di Guido, which followed some days afterwards, excited a yet deeper, though more quiet, sentiment, against the Senator. "He was once Rienzi"s friend!" said one man; "He was an honest, upright citizen!" muttered another; "He was an advocate of the people!" growled Cecco del Vecchio. But the Senator had wound himself up to a resolve to be inflexibly just, and to regard every peril to Rome as became a Roman. Rienzi remembered that he had never confided but he had been betrayed; he had never forgiven but to sharpen enmity. He was amidst a ferocious people, uncertain friends, wily enemies; and misplaced mercy would be but a premium to conspiracy. Yet the struggle he underwent was visible in the hysterical emotions he betrayed. He now wept bitterly, now laughed wildly. "Can I never again have the luxury to forgive?" said he. The coa.r.s.e spectators of that pa.s.sion deemed it,-some imbecility, some hypocrisy. But the execution produced the momentary effect intended. All sedition ceased, terror crept throughout the city, order and peace rose to the surface; but beneath, in the strong expression of a contemporaneous writer, "Lo mormorito quetamente suonava." ("The murmur quietly sounded.") On examining dispa.s.sionately the conduct of Rienzi at this awful period of his life, it is scarcely possible to condemn it of a single error in point of policy. Cured of his faults, he exhibited no unnecessary ostentation-he indulged in no exhibitions of intoxicated pride-that gorgeous imagination rather than vanity, which had led the Tribune into spectacle and pomp, was now lulled to rest, by the sober memory of grave vicissitudes, and the stern calmness of a maturer intellect. Frugal, provident, watchful, self-collected, "never was seen," observes no partial witness, "so extraordinary a man." ("Vita di Cola di Rienzi", lib. ii. c. 23.) "In him was concentrated every thought for every want of Rome. Indefatigably occupied, he inspected, ordained, regulated all things; in the city, in the army, for peace, or for war. But he was feebly supported, and those he employed were lukewarm and lethargic." Still his arms prospered. Place after place, fortress after fortress, yielded to the Lieutenant of the Senator: and the cession of Palestrina itself was hourly expected. His art and address were always strikingly exhibited in difficult situations, and the reader cannot fail to have noticed how conspicuously they were displayed in delivering himself from the iron tutelage of his foreign mercenaries. Montreal executed, his brothers imprisoned, (though their lives were spared,) a fear that induced respect was stricken into the b.r.e.a.s.t.s of those bandit soldiers. Removed from Rome, and, under Annibaldi, engaged against the Barons, constant action and constant success, withheld those necessary fiends from falling on their Master; while Rienzi, willing to yield to the natural antipathy of the Romans, thus kept the Northmen from all contact with the city; and as he boasted, was the only chief in Italy who reigned in his palace guarded only by his citizens.
Despite his perilous situation-despite his suspicions, and his fears, no wanton cruelty stained his stern justice-Montreal and Pandulfo di Guido were the only state victims he demanded. If, according to the dark Machiavelism of Italian wisdom, the death of those enemies was impolitic, it was not in the act, but the mode of doing it. A prince of Bologna, or of Milan would have avoided the sympathy excited by the scaffold, and the drug or the dagger would have been the safer subst.i.tute for the axe. But with all his faults, real and imputed, no single act of that foul and murtherous policy, which made the science of the more fortunate princes of Italy, ever advanced the ambition or promoted the security of the Last of the Roman Tribunes. Whatever his errors, he lived and died as became a man, who dreamed the vain but glorious dream, that in a corrupt and dastard populace he could revive the genius of the old Republic.
Of all who attended on the Senator, the most a.s.siduous and the most honoured was still Angelo Villani. Promoted to a high civil station, Rienzi felt it as a return of youth, to find one person ent.i.tled to his grat.i.tude;-he loved and confided in the youth as a son. Villani was never absent from his side, except in intercourse with the various popular leaders in the various quarters of the city; and in this intercourse his zeal was indefatigable-it seemed even to prey upon his health; and Rienzi chid him fondly, whenever starting from his own reveries, he beheld the abstracted eye and the livid paleness which had succeeded the sparkle and bloom of youth.