He cowered before my furious wrath; for I must have seemed terrific as I stood thundering there, my face wild, my eyes bloodshot, half mad from pain and rage and sleeplessness.
"And do you know what you have done?" I went on. "Do you know to what you have sold her? Must I tell you?"
And I told him, in a dozen brutal words that brought him to his feet, the lion in him roused at last, his eyes ablaze.
"We must after them," I urged. "We must wrest her from these beasts, and make a widow of her for the purpose. Galeotto"s lances are below and they will follow me. You may bring what more you please. Come, sir--to horse!"
He sprang forward with no answer beyond a muttered prayer that we might come in time.
"We must," I answered fiercely, and ran madly from the room, along the gallery and down the stairs, shouting and raging like a maniac, Cavalcanti following me.
Within ten minutes, Galeotto"s three score men and another score of those who garrisoned Pagliano for Cavalcanti were in the saddle and galloping h.e.l.l-for-leather to Piacenza. Ahead on fresh horses went Falcone and I, the Lord of Pagliano spurring beside me and pestering me with questions as to the source of my knowledge.
Our great fear was lest we should find the gates of Piacenza closed on our arrival. But we covered the ten miles in something under an hour, and the head of our little column was already through the Fodesta Gate when the first hour of night rang out from the Duomo, giving the signal for the closing of the gates.
The officer in charge turned out to view so numerous a company, and challenged us to stand. But I flung him the answer that we were the Black Bands of Ser Galeotto and that we rode by order of the Duke, with which perforce he had to be content; for we did not stay for more and were too numerous to be detained by such meagre force as he commanded.
Up the dark street we swept--the same street down which I had last ridden on that night when Gambara had opened the gates of the prison for me--and so we came to the square and to Cosimo"s palace.
All was in darkness, and the great doors were closed. A strange appearance this for a house to which a bride had so newly come.
I dismounted as lightly as if I had not ridden lately more than just the ten miles from Pagliano. Indeed, I had become unconscious of all fatigue, entirely oblivious of the fact that for three nights now I had not slept--save for the three hours at Bologna.
I knocked briskly on the iron-studded gates. We stood there waiting, Cavalcanti and Falcone afoot with me, the men on horseback still, a silent phalanx.
I issued an order to Falcone. "Ten of them to secure our egress, the rest to remain here and allow none to leave the house."
The equerry stepped back to convey the command in his turn to the men, and the ten he summoned slipped instantly from their saddles and ranged themselves in the shadow of the wall.
I knocked again, more imperatively, and at last the postern in the door was opened by an elderly serving-man.
"What"s this?" he asked, and thrust a lanthorn into my face.
"We seek Messer Cosimo d"Anguissola," I answered. He looked beyond me at the troop that lined the street, and his face became troubled. "Why, what is amiss?" quoth he.
"Fool, I shall tell that to your master. Conduct me to him. The matter presses."
"Nay, then--but have you not heard? My lord was wed to-day. You would not have my lord disturbed at such a time?" He seemed to leer.
I put my foot into his stomach, and bore him backward, flinging him full length upon the ground. He went over and rolled away into a corner, where he lay bellowing.
"Silence him!" I bade the men who followed us in. "Then, half of you remain here to guard the stairs; the rest attend us."
The house was vast, and it remained silent, so that it did not seem that the clown"s scream when he went over had been heard by any.
Up the broad staircase we sped, guided by the light of the lanthorn, which Falcone had picked up--for the place was ominously in darkness.
Cavalcanti kept pace with me, panting with rage and anxiety.
At the head of the stairs we came upon a man whom I recognized for one of the Duke"s gentlemen-in-waiting. He had been attracted, no doubt, by the sound of our approach; but at sight of us he turned to escape.
Cavalcanti reached forward in time to take him by the ankle, so that he came down heavily upon his face.
In an instant I was sitting upon him, my dagger at his throat.
"A sound," said I, "and you shall finish it in h.e.l.l!" Eyes bulging with fear stared at me out of his white face. He was an effeminate cur, of the sort that the Duke was wont to keep about him, and at once I saw that we should have no trouble with him.
"Where is Cosimo?" I asked him shortly. "Come, man, conduct us to the room that holds him if you would buy your dirty life."
"He is not here," wailed the fellow.
"You lie, you hound," said Cavalcanti, and turning to me--"Finish him, Agostino," he bade me.
The man under me writhed, filled now by the terror that Cavalcanti had so cunningly known how to inspire in him. "I swear to G.o.d that he is not here," he answered, and but that fear had robbed him of his voice, he would have screamed it. "Gesu! I swear it--it is true!"
I looked up at Cavalcanti, baffled, and sick with sudden dismay. I saw Cavalcanti"s eye, which had grown dull, kindle anew. He stooped over the prostrate man.
"Is the bride here--is my daughter in this house?"
The fellow whimpered and did not answer until my dagger"s edge was at his throat again. Then he suddenly screeched--"Yes!"
In an instant I had dragged him to his feet again, his pretty clothes and daintily curled hair all crumpled, so that he looked the most pitiful thing in all the world.
"Lead us to her chamber," I bade him.
And he obeyed as men obey when the fear of death is upon them.
CHAPTER X. THE NUPTIALS OF BIANCA
An awful thought was in my mind as we went, evoked by the presence in such a place of one of the Duke"s gentlemen; an awful question rose again and again to my lips, and yet I could not bring myself to utter it.
So we went on in utter silence now, my hand upon his shoulder, clutching velvet doublet and flesh and bone beneath it, my dagger bare in my other hand.
We crossed an antechamber whose heavy carpet m.u.f.fled our footsteps, and we halted before tapestry curtains that masked a door, Here, curbing my fierce impatience, I paused. I signed to the five attendant soldiers to come no farther; then I consigned the courtier who had guided us to the care of Falcone, and I restrained Cavalcanti, who was shaking from head to foot.
I raised the heavy, m.u.f.fling curtain, and standing there an instant by the door, I heard my Bianca"s voice, and her words seemed to freeze the very marrow in my bones.
"O, my lord," she was imploring in a choking voice, "O, my lord, have pity on me!"
"Sweet," came the answer, "it is I who beseech pity at your hands. Do you not see how I suffer? Do you not see how fiercely love of you is torturing me--how I burn--that you can so cruelly deny me?"
It was Farnese"s voice. Cosimo, that dastard, had indeed carried out the horrible compact of which Giuliana had warned me, carried it out in a more horrible and inhuman manner than even she had suggested or suspected.
Cavalcanti would have hurled himself against the door but that I set a hand upon his arm to restrain him, and a finger of my other hand--the one that held the dagger--to my lips.
Softly I tried the latch. I was amazed to find the door yield. And yet, where was the need to lock it? What interruption could he have feared in a house that evidently had been delivered over to him by the bridegroom, a house that was in the hands of his own people?