Acting upon my resolve, I went to wait for Cavalcanti in the little anteroom that communicated with his bedroom. My patience was tried, for he was singularly late in coming; fully an hour pa.s.sed after all the sounds had died down in the castle and it was known that all had retired, and still there was no sign of him.
I asked one of the pages who lounged there waiting for their master, did he think my lord would be in the library, and the boy was conjecturing upon this unusual tardiness of Cavalcanti"s in seeking his bed, when the door opened, and at last he appeared.
When he found me awaiting him, a certain eagerness seemed to light his face; a second"s glance showed me that he was in the grip of some unusual agitation. He was pale, with a dull flush under the eyes, and the hand with which he waved away the pages shook, as did his voice when he bade them depart, saying that he desired to be alone with me awhile.
When the two slim lads had gone, he let himself fall wearily into a tall, carved chair that was placed near an ebony table with silver feet in the middle of the room.
But instead of unburdening himself as I fully expected, he looked at me, and--
"What is it, Agostino?" he inquired.
"I have thought," I answered after a moment"s hesitation, "of a means by which this unwelcome visit of Farnese"s might be brought to an end."
And with that I told him as delicately as was possible that I believed Madonna Bianca to be the lodestone that held him there, and that were she removed from his detestable attentions, Pagliano would cease to amuse him and he would go his ways.
There was no outburst such as I had almost looked for at the mere suggestion contained in my faltering words. He looked at me gravely and sadly out of that stern face of his.
"I would you had given me this advice two weeks ago," he said. "But who was to have guessed that this pope"s b.a.s.t.a.r.d would have so prolonged his visit? For the rest, however, you are mistaken, Agostino. It is not he who has dared to raise his eyes as you suppose to Bianca. Were such the case, I should have killed him with my hands were he twenty times the Duke of Parma. No, no. My Bianca is being honourably wooed by your cousin Cosimo."
I looked at him, amazed. It could not be. I remembered Giuliana"s words.
Giuliana did not love me, and were it as he supposed she would have seen no cause to intervene. Rather might she have taken a malicious pleasure in witnessing my own discomfiture, in seeing the sweet maid to whom I had raised my eyes, s.n.a.t.c.hed away from me by my cousin who already usurped so much that was my own.
"O, you must be mistaken," I cried.
"Mistaken?" he echoed. He shook his head, smiling bitterly. "There is no possibility of mistake. I am just come from an interview with the Duke and his fine captain. Together they sought me out to ask my daughter"s hand for Cosimo d"Anguissola."
"And you?" I cried, for this thrust aside my every doubt.
"And I declined the honour," he answered sternly, rising in his agitation. "I declined it in such terms as to leave them no doubt upon the irrevocable quality of my determination; and then this pestilential Duke had the effrontery to employ smiling menaces, to remind me that he had the power to compel folk to bend the knee to his will, to remind me that behind him he had the might of the Pontiff and even of the Holy Office. And when I defied him with the answer that I was a feudatory of the Emperor, he suggested that the Emperor himself must bow before the Court of the Inquisition."
"My G.o.d!" I cried in liveliest fear.
"An idle threat!" he answered contemptuously, and set himself to stride the room, his hands clasped behind his broad back.
"What have I to do with the Holy Office?" he snorted. "But they had worse indignities for me, Agostino. They mocked me with a reminder that Giovanni d"Anguissola had been my firmest friend. They told me they knew it to have been my intention that my daughter should become the Lady of Mondolfo, and to cement the friendship by making one State of Pagliano, Mondolfo and Carmina. And they added that by wedding her to Cosimo d"Anguissola was the way to execute that plan, for Cosimo, Lord of Mondolfo already, should receive Carmina as a wedding-gift from the Duke."
"Was such indeed your intention?" I asked scarce above a whisper, overawed as men are when they perceive precisely what their folly and wickedness have cost them.
He halted before me, and set one hand of his upon my shoulder, looking up into my face. "It has been my fondest dream, Agostino," he said.
I groaned. "It is a dream that never can be realized now," said I miserably.
"Never, indeed, if Cosimo d"Anguissola continues to be Lord of Mondolfo," he answered, his keen, friendly eyes considering me.
I reddened and paled under his glance.
"Nor otherwise," said I. "For Monna Bianca holds me in the contempt which I deserve. Better a thousand times that I should have remained out of this world to which you caused me to return--unless, indeed, my present torment is the expiation that is required of me unless, indeed, I was but brought back that I might pay with suffering for all the evil that I have wrought."
He smiled a little. "Is it so with you? Why, then, you afflict yourself too soon, boy. You are over-hasty to judge. I am her father, and my little Bianca is a book in which I have studied deeply. I read her better than do you, Agostino. But we will talk of this again."
He turned away to resume his pacing in the very moment in which he had fired me with such exalted hopes. "Meanwhile, there is this Farnese dog with his parcel of minions and harlots making a sty of my house.
He threatens to remain until I come to what he terms a reasonable mind--until I consent to do his will and allow my daughter to marry his henchman; and he parted from me enjoining me to give the matter thought, and impudently a.s.suring me that in Cosimo d"Anguissola--in that guelphic jackal--I had a husband worthy of Bianca de" Cavalcanti."
He spoke it between his teeth, his eyes kindling angrily again.
"The remedy, my lord, is to send Bianca hence," I said. "Let her seek shelter in a convent until Messer Pier Luigi shall have taken his departure. And if she is no longer here, Cosimo will have little inclination to linger."
He flung back his head, and there was defiance in every line of his clear-cut face. "Never!" he snapped. "The thing could have been done two weeks ago, when they first came. It would have seemed that the step was determined before his coming, and that in my independence I would not alter my plans. But to do it now were to show fear of him; and that is not my way.
"Go, Agostino. Let me have the night to think. I know not how to act.
But we will talk again to-morrow."
It was best so; best leave it to the night to bring counsel, for we were face to face with grave issues which might need determining sword in hand.
That I slept little will be readily conceived. I plagued my mind with this matter of Cosimo"s suit, thinking that I saw the ultimate intent--to bring Pagliano under the ducal sway by rendering master of it one who was devoted to Farnese.
And then, too, I would think of that other thing that Cavalcanti had said: that I had been hasty in my judgment of his daughter"s mind. My hopes rose and tortured me with the suspense they held. Then came to me the awful thought that here there might be a measure of retribution, and that it might be intended as my punishment that Cosimo, whom I had unconsciously bested in my sinful pa.s.sion, should best me now in this pure and holy love.
I was astir betimes, and out in the gardens before any, hoping, I think, that Bianca, too, might seek the early morning peace of that place, and that so we might have speech.
Instead, it was Giuliana who came to me. I had been pacing the terrace some ten minutes, inhaling the matutinal fragrance, drawing my hands through the cool dew that glistened upon the boxwood hedges, when I saw her issue from the loggia that opened to the gardens.
Upon her coming I turned to go within, and I would have pa.s.sed her without a word, but that she put forth a hand to detain me.
"I was seeking you, Agostino," she said in greeting.
"Having found me, Madonna, you will give me leave to go," said I.
But she was resolutely barring my way. A slow smile parted her scarlet lips and broke over that ivory countenance that once I had deemed so lovely and now I loathed.
"I mind me another occasion in a garden betimes one morning when you were in no such haste to shun me."
I crimsoned under her insolent regard. "Have you the courage to remember?" I exclaimed.
"Half the art of life is to harbour happy memories," said she.
"Happy?" quoth I.
"Do you deny that we were happy on that morning?--it would be just about this time of year, two years ago. And what a change in you since then!
Heigho! And yet men say that woman is inconstant!"
"I did not know you then," I answered harshly.
"And do you know me now? Has womanhood no mysteries for you since you gathered wisdom in the wilderness?"
I looked at her with detestation in my eyes. The effrontery, the ease and insolence of her bearing, all confirmed my conviction of her utter shamelessness and heartlessness.
"The day after... after your husband died," I said, "I saw you in a dell near Castel Guelfo with my Lord Gambara. In that hour I knew you."