"Well met, Messer Donati. I can only say I am sorry we parted so soon.
I would have given much to have had you in Florence for a few days more."
"Your excellency is most kind."
"St. Dennis!" said the cardinal, "but are you gentlemen going to exchange compliments, and starve instead of sitting to supper. Burin, are we not ready?" and he turned to his grey-haired major-domo, who had entered the room.
"Your eminence is served," replied the man, and we took our seats on each side of the table, D"Amboise between us.
"You need not wait, Burin, but remain in the pa.s.sage." Burin stepped out silently, and the cardinal said with an air of apology, "You must not mind so informal a repast, gentlemen; but we have much to discuss--pleasure first, however--my maitre d"hotel has an artist"s soul, and he will have a fit if we do not touch this pasty."
The cardinal ate and talked. I now and then put in a word, but the secretary was very silent, and hardly touched anything.
"St. Dennis!" said D"Amboise, "but your excellency is a poor trencherman. And I heard so much of you!"
"Your eminence will excuse me, when I say I have had bad news."
D"Amboise became grave at once. "Let me say how sorry I am. It is not a matter of state?" and he glanced meaningly at the secretary.
"Not in the least; but much worse--a domestic matter. I do not see why I should not tell you. That cursed brigand Baglioni has seized on my ward Angiola Castellani, and holds her a fast prisoner in Perugia."
I felt cold all over to my feet.
"The Lady Angiola?" I exclaimed.
"Precisely," said Machiavelli, drily; "I think you have met."
"But this can be easily remedied," burst in D"Amboise; "a demand from the Signory, a word from France."
"Will not bring the dead to life again," put in the secretary.
"My G.o.d!" I burst out, "she is not dead?"
"Worse than that," he said; "it was done by Cesare"s orders."
"Then Cesare Borgia will pay with his life for this," I exclaimed.
At this moment there was a knock at the door, and Burin entered, bearing a silver flagon, the stopper of which was made of a quaintly-carved dragon.
"Your eminence ordered this with the second service," he said, placing it before D"Amboise, and retiring.
"I pledge you my word, your excellency, that I will not rest until full reparation has been made for this outrage on an ally of France,"
said D"Amboise. "I could almost find it in my heart to let loose open war for this."
"We are not ready, your eminence. Rest a.s.sured of my thanks, and I will gladly accept your aid; but at present we can do nothing. This, however, has not decreased my zeal for the measures we are planning; and with your permission we will now discuss these, and put aside my private trouble."
For me, I could hardly breathe. A hundred feelings were tossing together within me, all that I could think of was to throw aside everything, to gallop to Perugia, to save her at any cost. The cardinal"s voice came to me as from a distance.
"I agree--one gla.s.s each of this all round, and then--cavaliere, would you mind handing me those gla.s.ses?"
Three peculiar shaped, straw-coloured Venetian gla.s.ses were close to me, these I pa.s.sed onwards mechanically to D"Amboise, and he went on, filling the gla.s.ses to the brim with wine from the flagon, as he spoke.
"I admired the rare workmanship of this flagon last night, and his holiness sent it home with me, full to the brim with this Falernian, which Giulia Bella herself poured into it. The wine is of a priceless brand, and our lord was good enough to say, that if I liked it, he would send me all in his cellars if I only let him know."
"We will drink this then, with your eminence"s permission, to the success of the undertaking," said the secretary, poising his gla.s.s in the air.
"Right," said D"Amboise. "Gentlemen, success to our venture!"
He raised the wine to his lips. I silently did the same.
"Hold!"
We stopped in amaze, and Machiavelli, who had spoken, quietly emptied his gla.s.s into a bowl beside him.
"What does this mean?" said the cardinal.
"This, your eminence," and Machiavelli held out his hand, on which an opal was flashing a moment before. The stone was still there, in the gold band on his finger; but it was no longer an opal, but something black as jet, devoid of all l.u.s.tre.
Startled by the movement, D"Amboise bent over the extended fingers, and I followed his example. The red on the cardinal"s cheek went out, and his lips paled as he looked at the ring.
"Poison! Heart of Jesus!" he muttered through pale lips.
"Yes," said Machiavelli, slowly, withdrawing his hand, "the ring tells no lies. _Diavolo!_ Was ever so grim a jest? Asking you to tell him if your eminence liked the wine!"
It was too near a matter to be pleasant, and the hideous jest, and the treachery of Alexander, filled me with a hot anger. It had the effect however of pulling me together at once, the sudden presence of death, and the danger, recalling me to myself, for all my thoughts of Angiola. I breathed a prayer of thanks for our escape. It was a good omen. My luck was not yet run out.
D"Amboise sprang to his feet. "By G.o.d!" he said, bringing his clenched fist into the palm of his hand, "the Borgia will rue this day; here, give me those gla.s.ses." He seized them, and drawing back the curtains flung them out of the window, where they fell into the court outside, breaking to splinters with a little tinkling crash. Then he emptied out the contents of the flagon, and hurled it into the grate where it lay, its fine work crushed and dented, the two emerald eyes of the dragon on the stopper blinking at us wickedly. This outburst made D"Amboise calmer, and it was with more composure that he struck a small gong, and reseated himself at the table. As he did so Burin entered the room.
"We want a clear table," said the cardinal, "remove these things, and hand me that map."
By the time Burin had done this, his eminence showed no further trace of excitement, except that his lips were very firmly set, and there was a slight frown on his forehead as he smoothed out the roll of the map. One corner kept obstinately turning up, and as Machiavelli quietly put his hand on it to keep it in position, he said, "See! The ring is as it was before."
We looked at the opal, and sure enough the poison-tint was gone, and under the pale, semi-opaque blue of its surface, lights of red, of green, and of orange, flitted to and fro.
"It is wonderful," I said, and D"Amboise smiled grimly to himself. The cardinal placed his finger on the map, where the port of Sinigaglia was marked.
"Is it here he lands?"
"Yes," replied Machiavelli, "and then straight to Rome."
"You have sure information?"
"Yes."
"Then will your excellency instruct M. Donati? As arranged, I pledge an immediate movement on the part of Tremouille, at the first sign of success."
"You have agreed, cavaliere, to undertake the task?" and the secretary turned to me.
"I have, your excellency."