"This ruins you," exclaimed D"Alegres.
"Think again before you reply," said the duke: "I will give you time."
"I thank your excellency; but I have no further answer."
Tremouille shrugged his shoulders with a disappointed air, and dropped his chin between his clasped hands, his elbows resting on the table, a favourite position of his. Whilst he was thus considering, Bayard was whispering earnestly to Trevulzio, and the old soldier seemed to a.s.sent, and his hard face almost softened as he looked at me. They then turned their gaze on D"Entrangues, and Trevulzio, with a shake of his head, noted something briefly on a slip of paper and pa.s.sed it on to D"Alegres. The lieutenant-general looked surprised; but after a moment nodded a.s.sent, and in his turn pa.s.sed the paper on to the duke, saying "I agree." Tremouille read the paper slowly, and then they consulted together in low tones.
And now, in a few brief words I heard my sentence, and it was carried out at once. Braccio himself hacked off my spurs, my sword was brought in and solemnly broken, and I was warned to leave the camp within an hour, on pain of being hanged as a thief. Such property as I had was declared confiscate, and the men of my _condotta_ were to be enrolled, by force if necessary, under another banner. How I went through it all I do not know. I cannot say how I pa.s.sed down that great hall with the eyes of all fixed on me, a dishonoured man, an outcast, and a leper.
One thing, however, did happen. Whilst the sentence was being carried out, Tremouille sat apparently absorbed in thought. When the provost broke my sword he rose to leave the room, and as he pa.s.sed D"Entrangues the duke stopped.
"Monsieur," he said, "you have mistaken your vocation. His majesty does not desire his officers to be thief-hunters. For such talents as yours you will doubtless find room elsewhere, and I have to tell you that the king--my master--regrets he has no further need of your services."
CHAPTER III.
MADAME D"ENTRANGUES.
When I left the door of the justice room I had to pa.s.s through the main court-yard, and run the gauntlet of open scorn and contempt, bestowed upon me by all a.s.sembled there. It was a great thing for them, for those whom the French call _canaille_--we have no such appropriate word in our own tongue--to see a n.o.ble dragged in the dust and covered with infamy. And they did not spare me, taunt and jeer pa.s.sed from mouth to mouth. Some even would have gone so far as to strike at me, had not their officers prevented them.
"Ah, _Croque-mort!_" exclaimed an arquebusier, "you should hang;" but the man stepped back a half-pace at my look, and, gaining the outer gate, I pressed on, hardly knowing whither my steps led me. I soon found out I was going in the direction of Arezzo itself, and as that was as good as any other place for me at present, I made no alteration in my course; but anxious to get on as fast as possible, quickened my pace almost to a run, until I was tired out, and perforce compelled to go slower.
This happened when I had covered about a mile, and was beginning the ascent leading to the town; and here I heard behind me the clatter of horses" hoofs, and looking back beheld a party riding in my direction.
I turned aside, and, concealing myself behind the stem of a locust tree, waited until the riders should pa.s.s. This they did in a few moments, and I saw it was Tremouille and his staff returning to the town. By the side of the d.u.c.h.ess, who was riding with her husband, was Bayard, mounted on a bay English horse, which he managed with infinite grace and dexterity.
Madame de la Tremouille was in the best of humours, most probably at the recovery of her circlet, for she was laughing gaily as she said something; but they went by too rapidly for me to catch the words. I waited until the troop was lost in the yellow dust which rose behind them, and then, stepping forth from my hiding-place, became aware that I was not alone; but that a body was hanging from a branch of the tree close to where I was standing, and this I had not noticed in my eagerness to escape observation. It needed but a glance to recognise Tarbes, my scoundrel, who had paid so long a price for his treachery; he was swinging there dead enough, overreached and destroyed by the master-villain.
The sight of my dead knave brought up an angry wave of hatred in my heart towards D"Entrangues, and I prayed that I might not die until I was even with him. So great was the uprising of my anger, that at the time I bitterly regretted not having seized the opportunity to wound him, by plainly answering Tremouille"s last question. With my rage against D"Entrangues, there came an almost similar feeling towards Madame, and I began to accuse her in my heart of being the original cause of my misfortunes, and of conspiring, by her silence, to set the seal of my ruin. I did not stop to think that I was ruined already, and that it mattered little whether Madame allowed me to be silent or not. I only felt that she had made me pay too great a price for her reputation, and that she had sacrificed me mercilessly.
When I hastened from the scene of my condemnation, I had no other idea but of death, of self-destruction rather than life as it would be now to me; but I put aside all these thoughts for I had to live for revenge. That would be my first object, and until it was achieved I would not rest. With this in my mind I gained the St. Clement Gate of Arezzo, pa.s.sing through without notice.
Walking down the Via San Dominico, I turned to the right by the Borgo di San Vito, and here I was recognised and hooted. Pressing hurriedly forwards, and aided opportunely by the pa.s.sage of a body of men-at-arms, coming through the street in a direction opposite to that of my followers, I succeeded in shaking off my tormentors, and turning again to the right up a narrow street, entered a barber"s shop to have my beard removed in order to disguise myself as far as possible. The barber, a fussy little fellow, placed me before a mirror of polished steel, and as he set to work stropping a razor on the palm of his hand, I removed my cap, and for the first time observed that the hair of my head was thickly streaked with grey.
"Your excellency has doubtless come to join the army," said the barber in a tone of inquiry as he drew his razor across my face.
"Ah, yes, yes; I have just come," I replied, and the little man went on--
"There have been great doings to-day. "Tis said the duke has ordered the Count di Savelli to be executed for having in his possession a favour of Madame. They say the count stole it, but we know better, don"t we, your excellency?" and the little fool chuckled to himself.
He went on without waiting for an answer. "Ah, yes; the ladies can never resist us soldiers. I may tell you that I served with Don Carlo Baglioni, and can bear my pike--there now, I think that side is clean shaven--as I was saying before, it was hard on the Marquis di Savelli, a gallant n.o.ble whom I frequently saw--pardon, your excellency, it is but a scratch after all--had you not moved so suddenly, still only a scratch, nothing for a soldier. The Marquis di Savelli, as I said, was a regular customer of mine, and he had a lovely head of hair, your excellency. It was not so much before I took him in hand. _Ecco!_ but in a month you should have seen! He came in here in his free easy way, and flung me ten crowns. "Buy a ribbon for Madonna Giulia with that, Messer Pazzi," says he; "and harkee, send me over six more bottles of your elixir of St. Symmachus. _Maldetto!_" he exclaimed, twisting his curls between his fingers, "but she adores me now." Now who, I say, could _she_ have been but--_tchick_? _Diavolo_? it is done; never a cleaner shave in Rome itself. If your excellency"s fortune grows as well as your hair, I could wish you no better luck."
I rose in silence, and, flinging him a crown, bade him pay himself, and receiving my change, hurried out, declining all Messer Pazzi"s entreaties to bear with me a bottle of his precious elixir of St.
Symmachus or any other accursed balsam. I saw at a glance that the removal of my beard caused a considerable alteration in my appearance, and imagined if I could but change my attire, my most intimate friends would not know me unless they observed closely; and even then might perhaps fail to recognise me. This view, as it turned out, was not quite correct, and I had yet to learn how difficult a thing it is to arrange a complete disguise.
A few doors further on I laid out some of my money in the purchase of a stout leather buff coat, along dark mantle, and a cap to match.
The cap was ornamented with a single black feather; and when I had donned these garments I felt that, wrapped in the cloak, with the cap pulled well over my eyes, and the feather standing defiantly out to the side, that I wanted but a fathom of sword to make myself as ruffianly-looking a bravo as ever trod the purlieus of Naples or Rome.
But the sword was some difficulty, for my crowns had dwindled to sixteen. Fortunately I had on my finger a sapphire ring, and this I pledged for twenty crowns, and made my way to the armourer"s. I there selected a long straight weapon, with a plain cross handle and a cutting blade, such as would be useful for rough work, and, after some haggling, got it for ten pieces. The armourer a.s.sured me that it was a sound blade, and I may say it did me good service. It now hangs in my bed-chamber, a little chipped, it is true, but as bright and as fit for use as the day I paid for it, with a heavy heart, in Don Piero"s shop, near the gate of St. Lawrence in Arezzo.
I began now to feel the want of food, for beyond the cup of Chianti brought to me by the under-officer I had tasted nothing since yesterday evening, and therefore stepping into an ordinary called for a flagon of wine and a pasty. Whilst engaged in a.s.saulting these, half-a-dozen men, whom I recognised as belonging to the garrison, entered the hostel, but to my joy I saw I was not known to them, and after a casual glance at me they fell to eating their meal.
I was however perforce compelled to listen to their conversation, which was carried on in the loud tone men of their cla.s.s affect, and found to my annoyance that they were discussing me, and the events of the day. In order to escape this I was about to rise, when I heard one of them mention D"Entrangues" name, and stopped to listen.
"He has left for Florence, and, it is said, intends to offer his sword to the Signory," said one.
"And the other?"
"Heaven knows! Perhaps Braccio"s arm has reached him, poor devil!"
"Well, he was a good soldier and a stout lance."
"_Basta!_" said the first speaker. "What does a little lightness of finger matter? Play it in a small way, you"re a thief, and food for Messer Braccio, curse him! Play it on a big scale and you"re a prince.
I for one don"t think the less of Di Savelli because perhaps his hand at cards was always too good, and he made that little error in the matter of the rubies. A gentleman is sometimes driven to hard straits.
I was a gentleman once and ought to know. I give you a toast--Here"s to a long sword and a light hand!"
They drank with acclamation, and then set to a-dicing. I had however heard enough, and settling my account with the host, stepped forth into the street, intending to depart from the town by the Porta San Spirito or Roman Gate, leaving the camp over my shoulder, and to make my way to Florence as soon as possible. There I would meet D"Entrangues, and kill him like a mad dog. I ground my teeth with rage when I thought I had no horse, nor even the means to purchase one, and must trudge it like any _contadino_. But if I had to crawl on my hands and knees, I was determined to reach Florence and D"Entrangues.
It was however not yet sundown, and my idea was to leave the city when it was well dusk to avoid all possible chance of recognition. I meant to have pa.s.sed the interval in the inn; but, as I felt this was impossible, it was necessary to find another spot where I could lay in quiet. With this end in view I crossed the Piazza di Popolo in an easterly direction, and went on until I came to the Franciscan church, into which I entered, not, I am sorry to say, with any desire for devotion, but merely because I was less likely to be disturbed there than anywhere else I could imagine. I was right, in so far that on entering the church I found it, as I thought, empty, but on looking round I saw beneath the newly-completed wheel-window, the work of Guillaume de Ma.r.s.eille, a kneeling figure, apparently absorbed in prayer. I had approached quite close before I became aware that I was not alone, and was about to turn away, when, perhaps startled by the sound of my footfalls on the marble pavement, the person rose hurriedly and looked towards me. It was Madame D"Entrangues. Her glance met mine for a second as that of a stranger, but as I was moving away some trick of gesture, or perhaps the hot anger in my eyes, told her who I was, for, calling my name, she came towards me with outstretched hands.
"Di Savelli," she said, for I made no advance, "do you not know me?"
"Madame," I bowed, "I am unfit to touch you."
"No, no--a thousand times no! It is I who am unworthy."
I still remained silent, and she asked with a pa.s.sionate emphasis--
"Man, have you never sinned?"
The words struck me like a shot. I felt in a moment I had no right to stand in judgment.
"G.o.d knows," I replied, "I have, and I have been punished."
With that she took hold of my hand, and then suddenly burst into tears, weeping over me with words I cannot repeat. It was not for me to fling reproaches, and I softened and did what I could to appease her.
"I could not help it," she said, "I was not strong enough to speak or to let you speak. Oh, you do not know what such a thing is to a woman!"
"Let it pa.s.s, madame. What is dead is dead."
"I cannot. And yet, what can I do?" Her tears began afresh.
In a little time she grew better, and I seized the opportunity to point out the danger she ran of being seen speaking to me, and suggested that she should make her way home. It was impossible to escort her myself, but I would walk a little way behind, keep her in sight, and see she came to no harm. I urged this all the more as I saw it was growing late, and that she was without any attendants and far from the camp.
"You mistake," she said; "I have not far to go. In fact I am at present the guest of the convent here."
"And----" I did not finish the sentence, but she understood. I had forced myself to ask, to hear, if possible, confirmation of D"Entrangues" movements.
"He," she answered--"he has left the army and gone towards Florence."