The familiar bowed. "That being so, the force for to-day is yours, as you say. But I would solemnly warn you not to employ it contumaciously against the officers of the Holy Office, nor to hinder them in the duty which they are here to perform, lest you render yourself the object of their just resentment."
Cavalcanti took a step forward, his face purple with anger that this tipstaff ruffian should take such a tone with him. But in that instant I seized his arm.
"It is a trap!" I muttered in his ear. "Beware!"
I was no more than in time. I had surprised upon Farnese"s mottled face a sly smile--the smile of the cat which sees the mouse come venturing from its lair. And I saw the smile perish--to confirm my suspicions--when at my whispered words Cavalcanti checked in his rashness.
Still holding him by the arm, I turned to the familiar.
"I shall surrender to you in a moment, sir," said I. "Meanwhile, and you, gentlemen--give us leave apart." And I drew the bewildered Cavalcanti aside and down the courtyard under the colonnade of the gallery.
"My lord, be wise for Bianca"s sake," I implored him. "I am a.s.sured that here is nothing but a trap baited for you. Do not gorge their bait as your valour urges you. Defeat them, my lord, by circ.u.mspection. Do you not see that if you resist the Holy Office, they can issue a ban against you, and that against such a ban not even the Emperor can defend you?
Indeed, if they told him that his feudatory, the Lord of Pagliano, had been guilty of contumaciously thwarting the ends of the Holy Inquisition, that bigot Charles V would be the first to deliver you over to the ghastly practices of that tribunal. It should not need, my lord, that I should tell you this."
"My G.o.d!" he groaned in utter misery. "But you, Agostino?"
"There is nothing against me," I answered impatiently. "What sacrilege have I ever committed? The thing is a trumped-up business, conceived with a foul purpose by Messer Pier Luigi there. Courage, then, and self-restraint; and thus we shall foil their aims. Come, my lord, I will ride to Rome with them. And do not doubt that I shall return very soon."
He looked at me with eyes that were full of trouble, indecision in every line of a face that was wont to look so resolute. He knew himself between the sword and the wall.
"I would that Galeotto were here!" cried that man usually so self-reliant. "What will he say to me when he comes? You were a sacred charge, boy."
"Say to him that I will be returning shortly--which must be true. Come, then. You may serve me this way. The other way you will but have to endure ultimate arrest, and so leave Bianca at their mercy, which is precisely what they seek."
He braced himself at the thought of Bianca. We turned, and in silence we paced back, quite leisurely as if entirely at our ease, for all that Cavalcanti"s face had grown very haggard.
"I yield me, sir," I said to the familiar.
"A wise decision," sneered the Duke.
"I trust you"ll find it so, my lord," I answered, sneering too.
They led forward a horse for me, and when I had embraced Cavalcanti, I mounted and my funereal escort closed about me. We rode across the courtyard under the startled eyes of the folk of Pagliano, for the familiars of the Holy Office were dread and fearful objects even to the stoutest-hearted man. As we neared the gateway a shrill cry rang out on the morning air:
"Agostino!"
Fear and tenderness and pain were all blent in that cry.
I swung round in the saddle to behold the white form of Bianca, standing in the gallery with parted lips and startled eyes that were gazing after me, her arms outheld. And then, even as I looked, she crumpled and sank with a little moan into the arms of the ladies who were with her.
I looked at Pier Luigi and from the depths of my heart I cursed him, and I prayed that the day might not be far distant when he should be made to pay for all the sins of his recreant life.
And then, as we rode out into the open country, my thoughts were turned to tenderer matters, and it came to me that when all was done, that cry of Bianca"s made it worth while to have been seized by the talons of the Holy Office.
CHAPTER VII. THE PAPAL BULL
And now, that you may understand to the full the thing that happened, it is necessary that I should relate it here in its proper sequence, although that must entail my own withdrawal for a time from pages upon which too long I have intruded my own doings and thoughts and feelings.
I set it down as it was told to me later by those who bore their share in it, and particularly by Falcone, who, as you shall learn, came to be a witness of all, and retailed to me the affair with the greatest detail of what this one said and how that one looked.
I reached Rome on the fourth day after my setting out with my grim escort, and on that same day, at much the same hour as that in which the door of my dungeon in Sant" Angelo closed upon me, Galeotto rode into the courtyard of Pagliano on his return from his treasonable journey.
He was attended only by Falcone, and it so chanced that his arrival was witnessed by Farnese, who with various members of his suite was lounging in the gallery at the time.
Surprise was mutual at the encounter; for Galeotto had known nothing of the Duke"s sojourn at Pagliano, believing him to be still at Parma, whilst the Duke as little suspected that of the five score men-at-arms garrisoned in Pagliano, three score lances were of Galeotto"s free company.
But at sight of this condottiero, whose true aims he was far from suspecting, and whose services he was eager to enlist, the Duke heaved himself up from his seat and went down the staircase shouting greetings to the soldier, and playfully calling him Galeotto in its double sense, and craving to know where he had been hiding himself this while.
The condottiero swung down from his saddle unaided--a thing which he could do even when full-armed--and stood before Farnese, a grim, dust-stained figure, with a curious smile twisting his scarred face.
"Why," said he, in answer, "I have been upon business that concerns your magnificence somewhat closely."
And with Falcone at his heels he advanced, the horses relinquished to the grooms who had hastened forward.
"Upon business that concerns me?" quoth the Duke, intrigued.
"Why, yes," said Galeotto, who stood now face to face with Farnese at the foot of the steps up which the Duke"s attendants were straggling.
"I have been recruiting forces, and since one of these days your magnificence is to give me occupation, you will see that the matter concerns you."
Above leaned Cavalcanti, his face grey and haggard, without the heart to relish the wicked humour of Galeotto that could make jests for his own entertainment. True there was also Falcone to overhear, appreciate, and grin under cover of his great brown hand.
"Does this mean that you are come to your senses on the score of a stipend, Ser Galeotto?" quoth the Duke.
"I am not a trader out of the Giudecca to haggle over my wares," replied the burly condottiero. "But I nothing doubt that your magnificence and I will come to an understanding at the last."
"Five thousand ducats yearly is my offer," said Farnese, "provided that you bring three hundred lances."
"Ah, well!" said Galeotto softly, "you may come to regret one of these days, highness, that you did not think well to pay me the price I ask."
"Regret?" quoth the Duke, with a frown of displeasure at so much frankness.
"When you see me engaged in the service of some other," Galeotto explained. "You need a condottiero, my lord; and you may come to need one even more than you do now."
"I have the Lord of Mondolfo," said the Duke.
Galeotto stared at him with round eyes. "The Lord of Mondolfo?" quoth he, intentionally uncomprehending.
"You have not heard? Why, here he stands." And he waved a jewelled hand towards Cosimo, a handsome figure in green and blue, standing nearest to Farnese.
Galeotto looked at this Anguissola, and his brow grew very black.
"So," he said slowly, "you are the Lord of Mondolfo, eh? I think you are very brave."
"I trust my valour will not be lacking when the proof of it is needed,"