by Frederick William Rolfe
A KATALEPTIC PHANTASMATIC ROMANCE
Neve me impedias
neve longius persequaris
To some, Love comes so splendid and so soon,
With such wide wings, and steps so royally,
That they, like sleepers wakened suddenly
Expecting dawn, are blinded by His noon.
To some, Love comes so silently and late,
That all unheard He is; and passes by,
Leaving no gift but a remembered sigh,
While they stand watching at another gate.
But some know Love at the enchanted hour:
They hear Him singing like a bird afar:
They see Him coming like a falling star:
They meet His eyes--and all their world's in flower.
When the last century was a-dying, a certain idiot asked me
to write the history of one day in the life of a man of fashion
in the era of the Borgia. It was to include every single act and
deed of his during a given four-and-twenty hours: because it was
wanted for a magazine, which proposed to publish a series of
such histories illustrating the manners and customs of the
Smart Set in all ages.
Of course I instantly thought of the holographs which Don
Tarquinio Giorgio Drakontoletes Poplicola di Santacroce wrote
for the edification of his son Prospero. They purport to have
been written about 1523-1527, as the leisurely effort of a man
of unbounded energy very anxious to express himself; and there
was one of them which certainly seemed pat to my purpose. It
actually did describe all Don Tarquinio's doings on one day in
1495, from (a little before) 6 p.m. to 6 p.m. round the clock. It
was very exciting and very comical.
So I did it. But it was by no means easy: as you'll readily
understand when I hint that the frightful man wrote an Italian
jargon of his own, which was all Greek where it wasn't Latin. No
doubt the fashion of his age was to write macaronics: but
consider his English tralator's difficulties!
And then again, think what it means to boil down a book into
a magazine article. You see, the terms of my commission were
that I was to set down everything the gentleman did. But he did
such a lot. And he explained it all so voluminously, with a
wealth of detail which simply could not be omitted.
And of course my version was rejected. It was a mere
category--not a story. I myself could see that.
I put the thing in a cupboard with curses, on the idiot who
had invited me to do a useless thing, on myself for being ass
enough to waste four months in trying to make a sow's ear out
of a silken purse--I mean, in attempting to compress a piece of
real and serious and elaborate history, and an amazingly
amusing character study, and a breathlessly intricate story of
adventure, into a merely ephemeral ten pages or so of
There the papers lay until a week ago, when I had just
finished my new book, and was rummaging among my belongings
with the idea of tidying up before beginning something fresh.
They looked as though they might be interesting.
I took them out; and conned them over.
Little by little I saw what an accented fool I had been not
to let Don Tarquinio tell his own tale, in his own quaint acute
humorous sensuous conscientious way. For it's all nonsense to
say that the Fifteenth Century can't possibly speak to the
Twentieth, because it is the Fifteenth and not the Twentieth,
and because those two Centuries haven't got a Common
Denominator. They have. It's Human Nature.
And, so, since you're always bothering me to write a book
which is not about silly Catholic clergymen, or
incomprehensible antiquities, or abnormal modernities--for
once I'll let my Waterman's Ideal be his Barnum, and tralate to
you Don Tarquinio's holograph.
You'll find him and his fellows just as deliciously and
comically silly, and just as haphazardly and unexpectedly wise,
and just as good, and just as bad, as the people whom you meet
every day of your life, who always go such a frightfully long way
round in their endeavours to attain their objects,--and not a
bit like the disagreeably, unnatural people in ordinary books
who persistently do the right thing in the right way at the
In short, if you're interested in human beings, these are your
Read what Tarquinio says of himself, and his plight and his
longings. Mark how he tells the story of his fortunate day.
Learn how he risked his life to win release from the Great Ban,
anxious to act as a prince should, and to live, and to love.
From CRABS HERBOROUGH,
On the Feast of Saint Mildred.
DURING the present year, the first of the paparchy of
Clement, Messer Francesco Guicciardini and Messer Paolo
Giovio came from Fiorenza, bringing to me their well-written
manuscripts: to the end that I might read the same, and praise
them or vituperate them, as well for the purity of letters as
for the good of the race of men.
But the said manuscripts ought to be burned; and no copy of
them ought to be preserved. These scribes are, as I have said,
of Fiorenza; and they have written of events which took place
in the City when they were little boys. They have no
means of knowing these events, except from hearsay. They have
dared to write that which they have heard: for they certainly
never saw. But we know well that it is impossible for any man
of Fiorenza truthfully to intreat of Roman events, by cause of
the hatred, indelible, Carthaginian, which all Fiorentini always
bear to us Romans. And I myself do know these their histories
to be false and shameful: for I indeed was concerned in the
making of history here in the City, at the same time of which
these men have dared to write mendaciously.
Messer Francesco is a rather vain vacuous man, incapable of
dealing with grave matters. I believe that he wisheth to be
honest: but his shallow mind causeth him to collect gossip,
without testing its truth, as may be seen in the manuscript
which he will not burn, where They say, and It is said, and I am
told that, and other suchlike forms are reiterated.
Messer Paolo, on the other hand, hath written gossip as
though it were history: nor hath he deemed it right to qualify
his assertions in the manner of the aforesaid Messer Francesco.
Moreover, when I plainly showed him how that, to mine own
knowledge, certain of his allegations were false, he audaciously
responded in these three words, saying:
"The people wish to be deceived. I will deceive them in
return for gold sequins. And, after an hundred years, my
mendacity will have become verity."
The said Messer Paolo thus hath confessed himself to be a
liar, flagrant, impenitent. So long as he was content to write
of those things of which he had cognition, for example the Book
About Fishes which lately hath been printed, so long he
was worthy of observance as a rather rustic pagan man who
diligently used his little ability. But, seeing that he not only
hath written many falsehoods but also openly hath boasted of
the same, let him and his dead be anathema.
It appeareth to me that the writing of history is a simple
matter. Let each man, from the age of puberty, write of the
things which happen to himself. So few men can write that not
more than enough will be written. Also, some men, having been
born under benignant stars, will rise: while others, having been
born under malignant stars, will fall. The writings of the first
will live; and their successors will profit by reading what they
have written. The writings of the second die and disappear with
the corruptible carcase of their writers.
Wherefore I myself will write the history of one day of mine
own life, in order that thou, my son, mayst learn the true
method of writing history: that is to say, with knowledge, with
a share in the fact, with truth as before the priest, with
accurate descriptions of persons and things, but chiefly without
any desire of persuading. But the four stumbling-blocks to
truth, which the Anglican mage invented, must be avoided,
and they are:
The influence of fragile or unworthy authority:
The imperfection of undisciplined senses:
Concealment of ignorance by ostentation of seeming wisdom.
Furthermore, as to what truth is, I will say that, apart from
the truths of our most holy faith which are of divine
revelation and therefore not to be questioned, the truth is that
which every man may acquire from the apprehensive nature of
perfectly cultivated senses: or, as Zeno the Stoic saith, the
test of truth is the Kataleptic Phantasm. For this cause, o
Prospero, I will write history for thee from the evidence of my
proper senses alone, and not from the idle reports of
ungoverned and ungovernable tongues.
I will choose to write the history of the day on which I was
delivered from disability, of the day on which Alexander,
magnificent, invincible, made me what I now am. I will write
the history of my fortunate day. On that day, many things were
done in which I had no little share. Of these things I will
write. But, to know the history of that day absolutely as the
Ruler of Olympos knoweth it, needs must that The
Prince and the Cardinal of Ferrara, and Prince Gioffredo
Borgia of Squillace, and innumerable other persons, should be
moved as I am moved, and should be capable as I am capable,
and should write as I will write. Nevertheless, seeing that none
of these have written, thou shalt be content to take the history
of that day from me, thy loving father. It will be a good
enough history, seeing that I assisted at its making and that I
wish to tell the truth.
Thou shalt know, o virginal Prospero, that, in the year
MCCCCLXXXXV after the Admirable Parturition of the Mother-
Maid, our house was suffering for its sins. For xij years before,
on the ninth day of the kalends of March, mine uncle and our
baron Madonno Francesco, the same who was the model for
Messer Simone Fiorentini's image of our primate Saint
George of Seriphos, had been stabbed in a brawl by one of the
infamous Dellavalle. We instantly had leagued with Orsini
against this our hereditary enemy and Colonna; and had
comported ourselves in such wise that, during iij months, the
blood of those monsters befouled every gutter in the City. But,
when we were in the very article of ridding this land of those
reptiles, even as Saint George our said progenitor ridded his
Isle of Seriphos of the pterodactyl, for very few of them
remained alive, then our Lord the Paparch reinforced
them with the bands of His Own house of Dellarovere and with
those of Riarj to which He was allied by the marriage of His
sister. Then indeed we tolerated many evils. His said Sanctity
expelled us all from the City, man, woman, priest, and child,
encumbering us with the Great Ban so that we never should
return; and, further, He ordained the demolition of our palace
on Catinari. It was done; and for this same cause my
cousin now buildeth that new palace where we shall live.
Marcantonio, my said cousin, being mine equal in age, retired
to Fiorenza. Being of a singular habit of mind, anxious to evade
the society of most men, and not having a taste either for war
or for letters, he became a disciple of Messer Lionardo da Vinci
that miracle of genius, who loved him as Sokrates loved Phaid*n
for his beautiful hair: with whom he studied the arts,
fortifications, architecture, painting, and the construction of
ingenious machines whereby men might fly with wings like bats
or swim with webbed feet like tritons.
We of the junior branch made way to our castle of Deira by
Squillace in the Kingdom, which thou never hast seen but
shalt see. That demesne formerly was denominated Greater
Greece, by cause that while yet the City was no more than
a cluster of Alban shepherds' huts on Campidoglio and
Latium a kingdom, numbers of our progenitors took ship from
Athens, violet-crowned, immortal, and founded states and cities
on these shores.
But at Deira we fortified ourselves, drawing fighting men and
youths apt to war from among the natives; and, by cause that
the arteries of these were filled with the blood of Athenian
heroes mixed with the blood of those fierce Northmen, who also
settled in our vicinity about the time when our castle was a-
building, that is to say about the year ML since our
Fructiferous Redemption, our potency became superior to that
of all other barons of the said Kingdom. But, though we lived in
peace, shewing ourselves rather dangerous to any who would have
been our enemies, yet we maintained ourselves with all the
incessant stringency of siege, at first in preparation for an
assault by the Riarj, with our ancient foes, (which never was
delivered, I suppose by cause that the whole orb of earth knew
that we were very gravely to be feared being driven to bay;) and
even afterward, when Xystus had migrated to The Lord and the
Riarj and the Dellarovere had lost their predominance, we
abated none of our precautions, seeing that we were ignorant
concerning the manner in which the new paparch Innocent
would use Himself toward us.
In those xij years, o Prospero, thy father passed from the
care of nurses to boyhood and even to the gate of adolescence. I
am not to intreat of those years now, nor of the manner in
which I spent them. But I will say that, having something of
the solitary habit of Marcantonio, and being not entirely
engrossed by martial exercises or by human letters as all my
fellows were, I learned to think; and thinking made me chafe, by
cause that I deemed it to be a terrible sacrilege against the
Maker of the World that I should be compelled to waste my life
among the rustics of Deira, I being fit in mind and body to
equal any patrician in the City. My syllogism was the syllogism
of the Alexandrian mages:
Intelligence must be Active:
God is Intelligent:
Therefore, of His Nature He must create: for a force which
engendereth nothing is not a force.
God is the Creator:
In His Own Image He created Me:
Therefore, I also must Create.
But at Deira I was as a bird in a cage, as a prisoner in a
dungeon, as a scorpion in a circle of fire: nor was there
any release for me. Wherefore the new adolescence of me,
exquisite, ebullient, very grievously did chafe.
But by chance, on the festival of Saint Valentine in the year
MCCCCLXXXXV, there occurred to me the Most Illustrious Lord
Cardinal-*. of Santa Lucia in Silice alias in Orfea, the Prince
Ippolito d'Este of Ferrara. He came with an admirable company
out of Syracuse where he had been buying wrestlers: for he was
very curious in every kind of human monster, and his collection
of athletes was without rival. He himself also was by way of
being abnormal: for he was of the age of xvij years, and during
ij years he had worn the vermilion hat. He was tall of frame
and supple of sinew and mighty of limb, having fortified his
adolescence with archery and other exercises. Grace and charm
bloomed on the face of him. His olive-coloured skin glowed with
healthful pallor. His bright black eyes gleamed with grave
tranquillity, meriting praises. His whole aspect was most
basilical. He was an expert swimmer; and, with whatsoever
weapons he adroitly strove, he did inure himself to heat and
cold and night-long vigils.
Thou shalt know, o my rosy Prospero, that there are two
kinds of beauty, videlicet the beauty of the body and the beauty
of the soul. The latter is to be preferred: for it is permanent;
and he who possesseth psychical beauty is like the immortal
gods, divine ones inhabiting heavenly mansions. Yet this kind of
beauty is not easily perceived. Wherefore the possession of the
other kind is much to be desired: by cause that physical beauty
maketh the world to turn round and to stand at gaze, whereby
perception of psychical beauty, if any there be, is facilitated.
Hence, physical beauty is the more important: although, unless
to it be added psychical beauty, it is liable to become invalid
when its first effect should have faded. But the Cardinal of
Ferrara had both kinds of beauty, even as I the present scribe
have both kinds of beauty.
When we first looked upon each other, our attention was
arrested by means of the sense of sight: but, when words had
passed, we recognized each other as being of equal texture, even
as one star doth recognize another crossing the firmament of
heaven, or as travellers returning to their dear homes
recognize their kindred standing on the threshold greeting.
After many words had been spoken: for, as soon as the
glances of our eyes first clashed together, striking the spark of
sympathy, whereby a certain fire burned in our minds, and as
Harmodios and Aristogeit*n loved each other so did we: then the
mighty Ippolito thus addressed me:
"It is not meet that such an one should be chained to this
rock of Deira, where the vultures of impotent desire and of
annulled energy consume thine heart and liver."
Thus he spoke: but there was a plan in his mind, perceiving
which I responded, saying:
"Only the successor of Him, Who chained Us and Our house
with the Great Ban, is able to deliver; and that is the Paparch
Ippolito answered me again, saying:
"We Ourself are in the grace of the said Alexander,
magnificent, invincible. Moreover the Great Ban will not run in
thy despite so long as that thou shalt be in Our company: for,
where Este is, Ferrara is; and Rome hath no jurisdiction in
His saying was a true one. Wherefore, having collected my
familiars, with a joyful heart I turned my back upon Deira; and
anon, with the Cardinal of Ferrara, I rode to Rome. As we rode,
we conversed concerning many things, in order that the beauty
of our souls might be manifested: nor did we omit to exhibit
the beauty of our bodies in feats of strength and agility. It
appeared that, though I had not such irresistible strength as
Ippolito had, nevertheless my limberness and quickness of eye
gave me no cause to blush while we contended. But, when our
alliance was confirmed by the discovery of our admirable
qualities, we gave names to each other, as the manner was. To
Ippolito, I gave the name Hebe, on account of his xvij
years. To me, he gave the name Sideynes, on account of
my xv years. And so conversing and contending, we reached the
It was agreed that I should live as a guest in the Estense
Palace, until such time when Ippolito should find occasion for
speaking of me to our Lord the Paparch. And so it was. But, as
soon as we had invaded the City, I became conscious that I had
exchanged one prison for another: for, on account of the Great
Ban, it was not convenient that I should go out from the
Estense Palace, unless a decurion of the cardinalitial
familiars attended and surrounded me.
Thus, I was precluded from seeking such adventures as my
youth and my spirit required. Now and then, I accepted the
restraint: in order that I might see the world's metropolis, of
which I myself was no mean citizen. But the estate of my
procession terribly irked me; and I would not have gone out any
more, save for a maid whom I espied on the third day; and she
was thy proper mother, o Prospero. For, when I saw the tender
girlishness of her, and her blue-black hair, and her blue-black
eyes, and her rosy flesh, which was so bright and pure that I
knew it to be soft and firm and cool to touch, then the fire of
love was kindled in my dear breast; and I yearned after her. But
her very name was hidden from me: nor might I ask it of any,
for I was environed by my guards, and she was in the train of a
princess. Her gait proclaimed her nobility. She appeared to be
of equal age with me. For which causes, I pervaded the City at
all hours in hope of an auspicious encounter.
Once I scattered primroses low at the feet of her beauty. She
gazed modestly downward: but I looked where I loved.
THAT was the third day.
The eighth was my fortunate day. I will set down the history
of the said day, a.d. vij Kal. Mar., being the day of Mars in the
Divine Phoibos was finishing his course, and his radiant
horses were about to plunge into the ocean-stream, when the
Most Illustrious Lord Cardinal-*. of Santa Lucia in Silice alias
in Orfea, Prince Ippolito d'Este of Ferrara, with me, Prince
Tarquinio Georgio Drakontoletes Poplicola di
Hagiostayros, came from a certain meadow beyond the
Milvian Bridge where we had been playing at great-
ball. A pair of patrician pages had played on his side,
which was red; and another pair played on my side, which was
blue: but the red were victorious. I cannot remember the names
of the said pages: nor is it of importance. that I should
remember them. Many persons have thrown the great-ball since
Deykalion threw stones; and the names of the throwers have
gone down into oblivion. These throwers were among those.
Having come to the bank of Tiber, we ascended the
cardinalitial barge. Indian oarsmen propelled it; and the
colour of their flesh resembled the colour of a field of ripe
wheat when as some delicate zephyr sways the stems in the
sunlight not more than half revealing poppies: but their eyes
were like pools of ink, fathomless, upon glittering mother o'
pearl, very beautiful, and quite unintellectual. Servitors
crowded amidships. Turkish arbalisters and halberdiers from
Ferrara manned the bulwarks. Pages, in liveries resembling
vermilion skins from toe to throat and wrist, bearing
armorials on their tabards, displayed at the prow the double-
cross, golden, and the high Estense gonfalon, in order to teach
discretion. For, cardinals like Ippolito, and princes like
Tarquinio, risked life whenever they would play at great-ball, in
those old days when the Keltic barbarians of Gaul were
occupying half the City on the one side of Tiber, while the
Paparch Alexander was being beleaguered in the Castle of
Santangelo on the other. For this cause Ippolito displayed his
state, so that any man of evil mind, presumptuous, who should
be tempted of the devil to molest us, might know that he would
incur the ban of Holy Mother Church for molesting a cardinal
not less than the ban of Ferrara for molesting an Este.
The air above the river was growing chilly. We who were
heated with the game needed to continue in action, that we
might evade perils of ague or of fever or of the Pest, most
pernicious. Wherefore I wrestled as vigorously as possible with
Ippolito inside the vermilion curtains of the canopied poop.
But his great strength reduced my suppleness to no price; and
he threw me once and twice and six times, till he was weary of
easy victories: but I was weary of the carpet.
Abaft Ripetta, came one in a little boat with rumours:
with whom we instantly collogued. It was said that some sort of
a peace had been patched up. It was said that the Keltic King
was about to relinquish the City.
Ippolito's mind became inflamed with desire of inquiry.
Wherefore, having crossed the river, we descended from the
barge; and made haste toward Vatican, in order that we might
get the news from that side.
As we hurried through the streets, mine heart was sad and
disconsolate in my breast, by cause of my secret longing and by
cause of mine ill-used body; and I was oblivious of all other
Ippolito perceived my grief, and set himself to console me,
as we walked along: but he knew not all the causes of my
distress. He spoke only of the Great Ban, which indeed weighed
heavily, and moreover it was the root and source of all mine
ill. For, had it not been for that grave impediment, I should
have been a free prince; and, with my freedom, I could have won
the desire of my soul, and also could have used my body to
advantage. Thus he spoke: but I passed, from grieving over mine
unknown maid and my bruised flesh, into most profound trouble
by cause of my disability. And that trouble was so sore that
very soon it changed into furious despair. I would do: but I
could not do, by cause that I might not do. To myself I seemed
useless. I was merely a bandit. Yet I got no joy of my banditry
as other bandits did, by cause that I was too foolish or too
wise to comport myself as a bandit.
Blood was blinding mine eyes at these thoughts; and my lips
quivered fiercely. Thus to Vatican I came, in a passion of rage.
I SAW those great stone stairs leading to the long fortified
gallery which extends from the Apostolic Palace to the Castle
of Santangelo. I saw the porphyry-coloured lines of paparchal
men-at-arms which guarded them. I also saw the porphyry-
coloured knots of chamberlains and pages and prelates which
clustered upon them. All around me were voices and the noise
of movement. Cardinals and bishops, and barons, each with his
company, continually were arriving and ascending the stairs and
disappearing along the gallery above, or emerging therefrom
and descending and departing.
All this time, Ippolito was pouring sympathetic words into
my deaf ears. As he left me, I contrived to hear him say:
"Be of good heart, O Sideynes, for thy chance may be near
even now. Fortune never ceaseth to turn her wheel; and what is
down to-day may be up to-morrow."
Then he climbed the stair, attended by his pages; and I was
I stood by a window in the hall, very sad. Our ij decurions
remained, waiting in my vicinity, but not so near as to intrude
upon my secret. Mine heart began to weep within my breast,
silently, very bitterly: but the crowds which came in and the
crowds which went out were ignorant of my grief. To the
genuinely aggrieved, there is nothing more distracting (and
consoling) than the knowledge that he is keeping his grievance
Anon, a certain princess entered, attended by a galaxy of
maids-of-honour, all chattering like jays, very flippant. She
was most virginal and young, with a long sheet of shining
yellow hair flowing loosely from a garland of jacinths. Her
robe of mulberry-coloured silk was embroidered with gold
herring-bones. The paparchal pages swept us against the wall to
make a passage for her. I took one by the ear, demanding the
lady's name for a very valid reason. Having said that she was
Madonna Lucrezia Borgia-Sforza, the daughter of the Paparch's
Sanctity, the wife of the Tyrant of Pesaro, a pearl of women,
lovely and good, gentle and courteous to all, anon he threatened
me with penalties for my abuse of his ear. But I consoled him
with iij silver ouches shaped like herons which I tore out of
my cloak; and, having pushed through the throng, I made a very
low obeisance to the princess: for I wished to be seen of her in
whose train I myself had noted my maid.
When Madonna Lucrezia had given me a frank and simple look
of admiration, for I was not unnotable in a knitted habit like a
skin of nacre-coloured silk embroidered with a flight of silver
herons, she also climbed the stairs and disappeared: but
her maids-of-honour waited in the gallery.
I was standing below, strenuously looking upward. Courtiers
came forward up there, pairing with the girls, strutting to and
fro like a troop of apes and a muster of peacocks. One of the
maids had no companion. She was walking by herself.
An enormous baron, one of the loyal Cesarini, came from the
gallery. His company gathered round him as he began the
descent of the stair. The solitary maid also stepped down in
his train, just when I was sinking again into my melancholy;
and then I saw no more of anyone, but only her.
Her sea-blue robe was girdled by great cat's-eyes set in gold.
Her mane of blue-black hair floated around her from a coronal
of sea-blue beryls. There was a modest look of seeking in her
eyes, half-veiled by lovely lashes. Tender blushes brightened
her diaphanous flesh. watched her very cautelously, maintaining
my dejected attitude by the window, using all the powers of my
will to draw her to me. Several times she passed me as she
paced the hall. Anon she stayed by me, lifting her lashes,
fulfilling me with the light of her regard; and she said:
"O Madonnino, why art thou so unutterably sad?"
I wrenched myself from my distress; and comported myself as
one to whom a divine vision is vouchsafed, letting a look of
recognition gradually come into mine eyes. So I went to her;
and drew her into the embrasure of the window, where the
mailed backs of my decurion walled us off from the passers-by.
And, on my two firm knees, I told her that I had loved her since
first I saw her in the City.
She was not angry: but sweetly tender, modest, not unwilling.
Her mood brightened mine; and mine heart became as blithe as
the sea at dawn in spring. She was not mine; but she was to be
had for the asking: for which cause I continued to speak. I said
that I hitherto had had no means of approaching her: that I
even now was ignorant of her name; and I used the sacred
language of lovers.
She begged me to rise, lest some passer-by should
misunderstand me; and her eyes darted up the stairs to the
other maids with their partners. She was very young, and
perhaps a little terrified by the violence of love, though she
by no means was for flying from it. I stood up; and, by cause
that I most fervently regarded her, she let her eyelids droop a
little while she responded to me, telling me her name and
condition. Anon she used a new stratagem in the sweet affray,
demanding that I should speak about myself. So, I was driven
back into the citadel of my sadness, mine assault being
prevented. She pushed me closer, persisting, gently urging me.
Anon I told her how that our house had been xij years in
exile, notwithstanding that we were the most noble patricians
in the Golden Book of Rome; and I spoke of Saint George the
Dragon-slayer of Seriphos, of the Great Ban, of our razed
palace, of our baron fooling at Fiorenza. I said that I was a
scion of the younger branch, and innocent of the murders which
had caused us to be banned; and I told her of my breeding, with
all other matters necessary to be known by her. I gave her
notice of mine arts and parts. There I was to serve her, as she
could see, young, strong, well-instructed, not uncomely, and
burning for an opportunity of doing deeds. I also spoke of
Ippolito, my friend, who had brought me to the City in search
of that opportunity which was not at Deira.
She, with divine tenderness, feared for my safety. I gave her
confidence again, reciting the precautions observed and the
privileges enjoyed among the Estense familiars. But, by side of
these things, I bade her to know that I as yet was not a notable
person upon whom our Lord the Paparch well might execute
justice. Further, I said that Alexander so far had not
manifested special virulence toward mine house. We were bandits
when He began to reign. So He found us. The Great Ban had been
laid on us by His predecessors; and, if He so willed, He could
annul it. Wherefore I had taken the risk, for the sake of
meeting an opportunity. And I showed her how that Ippolito,
being in the Paparch's favour, was watching daily for a
fortunate moment in which to plead my case. Not that I wished
to sue for favours: but I was seeking an opportunity for doing
some signal service, which should merit and compel paparchal
approbation. I preferred to help myself. But, until my
disability should have been removed, I was (so I said) like a
prisoner in chains, unable to use myself.
She moved a little nearer to me, lifting the sweet deep wells
of her eyes for me to bathe in; and she said:
"O Madonnino, how I pity, how I pity!"
But I instantly responded, bending my proper eyes to hers,
"O Madonnina, pity is akin to love."
And, at the word, I saw mine image inshrined within those
mirrors of her soul. It was an omen, very fortunate, very
invigorating. If Hersilia loved me, that nerved me; and I would
persevere. So I said.
She wished to speak for me to Madonna Lucrezia: saying that
that one was beneficent to everybody and all-powerful with her
Most Holy Father. But I denied her. A man ought to raise
himself and not to owe his fortunes to women. That was my
sentence. I also said that Hersilia was like the angel who
formerly delivered the Paparch Saint Peter from chains. She
had made me strong to free myself. Nothing more was necessary
except a little patience and a fortunate event.
She gave her hand to mine hot kisses. It was as dainty as a
At that moment, Ippolito and Madonna Lucrezia appeared
together in the gallery; and began the descent of the stairs.
There was a sudden collecting of companies. Long-legged pages
darted hither and thither with much confusion; and anon I was
by Ippolito's side striding down Borgo.
He had no news for me. Our Lord the Paparch was playing with
chess against His favourite page out of Spain; and only
had whispered ij words to the cardinal. What those ij words
were, was Ippolito's secret. Nor had I any news for him. What I
had heard from my maid, was my secret. Together we went in
silence, pondering our proper affairs.
So we ascended the waiting barge; and proceeded down Tiber,
rapt in meditation. And the sun set in gold.
WHEN the barge had swung free of the shoal of smaller boats by
the quay, and had attained mid-stream, Ippolito anon emerged
from his thoughts. I also emerged from mine. There was a
gleam of hilarity in his black-eyed glance. I returned it. It was
understood that we were setting trouble aside for the moment,
and engaging each other in some feat of daring, as our manner
Having cast off his vermilion robes, Ippolito blessed his
body; and forthwith smoothly plunged into the river, strongly
swimming with a huge leap sideways and a circular sweep of
alternate arms and a double downward thrust of his mighty
haunches. I for a few moments watched him, while I
strengthened my proper arms by swinging the heavy arm-shields,
wooden, cylindrical, studded with square knops, which we had
used in our game of great-ball. Anon, having made ready, I
climbed on the high shoulders of the steersman, standing there
till Ippolito saw my whiteness; and so I dived into the barge's
wake, and swam.
The oarsmen diminished their speed to ours; and we swam
between the right bank, where our Lord the Paparch kept His
court in the Castle of Santangelo, and the left bank, where the
army of the Keltic king inravished half the City. We continued
swimming together under the new Xystine Bridge, and under the
Cestian Bridge, and by the Island, until the barge was
moored by the Estense quay in Trastevere.
Gigantic jatraleiptai, which Ippolito got out of
Morocco, attended us when we climbed inboard. Their chestnut-
coloured bodies were girdled with azure-green. Using pure oil of
olives in which violets were macerated, they imparted friction
with their hands to our chilled flesh. When my skin had the
rosy glow of pomegranates, they robed me in a cloak of vair of
nut-brown squirrels: but Ippolito muffled himself in the
ermine and vermilion of his great-cloak, covering his head with
a coif of the same. Chamberlains with vj torches went before
him, iij went before me, when we left the barge and entered the
palace. Our teeth chattered with cold, preventing articulate
speech: but our bodies were warm.
There was an immense crowd of familiars along the quay and
by the water-gate, free-lances from Ferrara, Gothic halberdiers,
Dacian slingers, red-haired Skythian wrestlers very gigantic,
roe-footed runners from Utter Britain, North African Moors,
Ethiopic athletes, Indian acrobats, all selected for some
singular physical beauty or capability. The crowd, as I have
said, seemed to be immense: but considering that Ippolito was
a prince as well as a cardinal, a family of merely cccc persons
was by no means over-abundant. Many barons and many sacredly
purpled persons are well known to keep much larger families:
but Ippolito cared more for quality than for quantity, and he
cared nothing at all for ostentation or display. This trait of
his character was very pleasing to me: for I myself at all
times would rather have those exquisite things which no other
prince hath, than a superfluity of those things which are
common to all.
The water-gate, iron-barred, iron-shielded, clanged behind us.
Armed footmen lined the stair. Slight vermilion pages,
patrician on this side, plebeian on that, made obeisance in the
xv antechambers. A bevy of delicate youngsters, whose hair
glittered like cocoons in candlelight, joined our progress.
Ippolito was wont to pay cccmd golden sequins for one of
these specimens of The Creator's handiwork; and he had
collected no more than viiij. He told me this, seeing how
greatly I admired them; and he described the difficulty which
his agents had had in finding them, for there was no blemish on
them from sole to crown. Thus conversing, we passed the
wardrobe, where the master waited with his grooms and our
gentlemen; and so we parted to go to our bathing-chambers.
From this description, o Prospero, thou shalt know how a
cardinal kept state in the days of thy father's youth. But I will
continue, that no single thing which I did on that day may be
hidden from thee.
Well-grown pages, girt with white napkins, spread the floor-
sheets and sponged my flesh with warm water, rubbing me with
lupin-meal, alkaline, emollient. Having poured cold jasmine-
water over me, and dried me with fine flax, they indued me with
knitted under-garb of soft wool, swathing my wet hair with
cloths. Wrapped in a woollen night-gown, I encountered Ippolito
similarly arrayed in the wardrobe. The grooms produced various
habits; and our pages deftly did them on us. Ippolito's grand
legs were sheathed in silk hosen, tyrianthine-coloured. A loose
doublet of the same covered his body. It was open on the breast
and the long wide sleeves, shewing the laces and embroidery of
his smock. His poignard dangled, from a golden belt formed of
linked dryades and naiades. His cap and his shoes were
vermilion. His pectoral cross was hidden in his smock; and his
chain was set with those periapts which procure fearlessness
and avert drowning, passion, incubi and succubi, videlicet
carnelian, jasper, topaz, coral. And I must not omit to record
that the sapphire of his ring, worth dc sequins, was
engraved with a figure of the Heroic Herakles strangling the
Nemean Lion, which inchanteth against colic and gaineth favour.
But I, on my part, chose to wear no smock that night,
preferring a certain habit of white silk which clung to my
contours. It was shaped like an inverted chevron on breast and
back, with broidered bands of pearls on silver; and I chose it
by cause that I could breathe more freely when my throat was
bare, for mine heart was very full of the joy which cometh to
him who hath done well with his body. Indeed I hardly could
stand still while the pages very carefully rubbed the delicate
fabric on me, smoothing the wrinkles: but, when this was done,
I knew that I had chosen rightly, for this habit was no
restraint to me. A pointed belt of linked silver medals
engraved with the loves of Leykippe and Kleitophonta bound a
brief close flounce of silver-banded silk round my loins; and
my boots were of white buckskin, clasped with silver at an
handsbreadth below my knees. They also brought me a white silk
cap proud with plumes, and a thick cloak of white velvet
reversed with ermine.
So I stood, while Ippolito praised me, saying that I
resembled Messer Verrocchio's lithe thalerose image of David
carven of shimmering mother o' pearl. Concerning which same
image, and concerning also the other image of David by Messer
Donatello, I took occasion to narrate the tragicomedy of the
said images, and of the ij adolescents of Deira named Baldonero
Fioravanti and Rufo Drudodimare, and of their doings with the
white-faced cardinal. And the same history I shall put in
an appendix, seeing that no more than the mention of it
is pertinent to this present history. But my discourse was so
pleasing to Ippolito that, when I had made an end of speaking,
he sent to me a page with a tray of rings for mine acceptance.
Wherefrom I chose vj for the adornment of my thumbs and my
first-fingers and my third-fingers: videlicet a cockatrice,
intagliate in green jasper, for averting the evil eye: a fair
boy's head well-combed, intagliate in smaragd, for preserving
joy: an Apollino with a necklace of herbs, intagliate in
heliotrope, which conferreth invisibility when anointed with
marigold-juice: the Kythereia and Ares, intagliate in
chalcedonyx, for gaining victories: the Anadyomene, intagliate
in sea-blue beryl, fine, brilliant, very large, also for gaining
victories: a silver ring set through on all sides with toadstone
and ass-hoof, for augmenting manlihood and for protection
against venom; and, having thanked Ippolito, I sent him the
rest in the tray.
The patrician pages, who stood in our shadows, quietly
quarrelled among themselves while they filled our burses with
perfumes, comfit-boxes, kerchieves, combs, mirrors, amulets,
tablets, rosaries, and other gear. We struck them in the rear
with spatulas from time to time. Nor would we permit them to
affix the said burses to our belts: for our forms would have
been falsified thereby. Wherefore, they perforce were compelled
to carry them, attending us closely, buffeted as occasion
served. But we sat resting in arm-chairs, while the grooms
covered us with sheets with fringes, drying and combing and
scenting our raven-hued and yellow-silver hair.
For our solace, a chamberlain admitted a pair of chaplains
in black cymars with an arch-luth and a book of hours. They
kneeled, and intoned vespers with completorium. At the Sign
and Et fidelium animae, the bells of the City began to sound in
a new manner, strange then to me, but familiar enough to thee,
o Prospero, videlicet iij strokes, iiij strokes, v strokes, j
stroke, xiij strokes in all.
I looked with inquiry toward Ippolito. He smiled: for he had
been at the heart of things that day; and he said that it was
the new ordinance of our Lord the Paparch.
Our coverings instantly were removed. Two vermilion
cushions were placed before us. All sank on the knees. The
Cardinal of Ferrara intoned, in honour of the Fructiferous
Incarnation; and we responded to him, saying
V. Angelus Domini nuntiavit Mariae:
R. Et concepit de Spiritu Sancto.
Aue Maria, etc.
V. Ecce ancilla Domini:
R. Fiat michi secundu' Verbu' Tuu'
Aue Maria, etc.
V. Et Verbu' Caro factu' est:
R. Et habitauit i' nobis.
Aue Maria, etc.
V. Ora pro nobis, Sancta Dei Genitrix:
R. Et digni efficiamur promissionibus Christi.
V. Oremus. Gratia' Tua', quaesumus, Domine, mentibus nostris
infunde, ut Qui, angelo nuntiante, Christ Filj Tui Incarnatione'
cognovimus, per Passione' Ejus et Cruce' ad Resurrectionis
Gloria' perducamur. Per Eunde' Christu' Dominu' nostru':
V. * Et fideliu' animae per Misericordia' Dei requiescant i'
It was the first hour of night.
Now, the day which for me for ever is marked with a white
stone, fortune-bringing, the great day of my life was begun.
I WILL tell thee, o Prospero, of the Estense Palace: for it is
impossible for thee to see it with thy proper sea-blue eyes, by
cause that it was pulled down in the year before thy birth,
after the miraculous picture appeared on the garden-wall; and
hath given place to the new church of Theotokos with the new
It was a gigantic oblong, extending from the river-bank to
the said garden-wall, having the grove of the Divine Furina on
the one side, and Saint Cecilia and Saint Mary of the Chapel on
the other. It was neither so fine nor so large as that new
palace which my cousin and our baron Marcantonio is about to
build on Catinari: but it was fine and large enough for a
foreign cardinal. One end of the oblong abutted on Tiber, where
was the great barbacan and the water-gate; and it was divided
into iiij equal-sided courts by the hall and the audience-
chamber and the chapel. The exterior walls were fortifications
v braccie in thickness, where little window-slits lighted
only galleries and stairs. Who builded it, I do not know: but,
when it was pulled down we recognized it as the work of a
master-builder, cyclopean, absolute. All the chief apartments
were on the first floor. Below were kitchens, cellars, prisons,
store-houses, military quarters. Above were iij floors for the
familiars and the athletes. The first court from the gate was
allotted to the soldiers and servitors: the second, to the
gentlemen and pages: the third to the men of letters and to
the illustrious, nobilities, supernities, celsitudes,
tranquillities, magnificences, sublimities: the fourth was the
court of the women, where the wives and daughters of the
familiars cooked the food and made or mended clothes, pent
from boys and adolescents savage or military, in suitable
seclusion beyond the ruota. A flat roof, with
machicolated battlement, crowned the pile, chiefly fortified,
but also providing a terrace, d braccie in total length, l
braccie in width, for Ippolito's recreations.
These things being understood, I will continue the history.
When we stood up ready to proceed from the wardrobe, all the
people came and made their genuflections. The pages with the
cardinalitial double-cross and the Estense gonfalon went
before. The gentlemen followed after, playing with their
budding upper-lips. These were quite useless persons, not even
showy, and only included in the family in order that they might
learn manners. I never have had gentlemen in my proper
family: for I prefer pages and servitors to whom I can speak
and who will respond to me in turn. I would rather be
surrounded by barbarians, as Ippolito generally was, than by
these silent simpering youths who are merely noble. And as for
myself, rather than be a gentleman in another baron's family, I
would prefer to be a farmer. And, as I will for myself, so also
I will for my dear son. Note it, o Prospero.
The chamberlains preceded us with the vj torches and the iij.
As we passed down the iiij stairs which led into the first
gallery, a chamberlain slipped on a patch of tallow, which had
dropped from a rush-light badly placed in the sconce on the
wall. He was a very fat man; and his hosen split on the ham-
bone: at whose discomfiture we laughed, but Ippolito was
promising a thrashing for someone.
In the private dining-room, I was moved to give an inkling of
mine hopes to Ippolito, continuing to whisper until we had
passed through the state withdrawing-room into the hall. He
sighed when I spoke of my maid; and suddenly smiled, as one
who locketh the box of his trouble when his friend unlocketh
his box of joy. It appeared to me that Ippolito was not
ignorant of an experience similar to mine: but the importance
of my proper affairs prevented me from placing inquiries
My discourse was interrupted by the pages at the door of the
hall presenting the embossed gold basin with the ewer of tepid
rose-water and diapered towels, while we washed our fingers
reciting the Psalm I will wash mine hands in innocency. Our
seats on the dais were canopied by the vermilion baldaquin,
Ippolito's being on a step above mine. Below on our right, was
the table of the chaplains and the men of letters who knew the
iiij human languages, videlicet Greek, Roman, Tuscan, Hebrew.
Below on our left, was the table of the general comptroller of
estates, the secretaries, the chief steward, the auditor, the
notary, the datary, the captain and lieutenants of the guard, the
herald, the physician, and the barber-chirurgeon. Lower down the
hall were tables, large and long. At the middle table, where the
salt-cellar divided patrician from plebeian, the gentlemen sat
and the bevy of pages. The rest of the family was at the end of
the hall. The plebeians each brought their daily portions from
the canteen, videlicet xvj ounces of beef, xx ounces of fine or
coarse bread according to condition, a pint and a half of wine,
pieces of their monthly pounds of cheese. All through the meal,
they looked lickerishly toward the dais, thinking of their
chances of our gentle leavings.
Wax torches, v in number, escorted each dish from the ruota
to the carving-table; v others illumined the tables of the
patricians: cool, dim, twinkling wicks floating on oil in brazen
lamps, and the blaze of the logs on the hearth, gave light to
the rest. The reflections of these in the panels of the walls
and roof, oaken, wax-shining, resembled golden stars in a brown
As I and Ippolito spread the napkins on our breasts for
tying, there was some commotion at the pages' table. It was
seen that, not content with their own napkin, they had stolen
also the one pertaining to the gentlemen, which napkin one of
the last retrieved with a little violence. We only saw the short
struggle, and we only heard the indignant advice to the robbers
that they should use their caps and sleeves like the plebeians.
Ippolito demanded of me whether, in my judgment, such
advice was suitable for young boys. I responded saying that it
was indecorous, and that the adviser ought to be dismissed. I
forget whether this last was done.
While the wan nervous venom-taster in black, who stood at
Ippolito's left hand, was performing his office on the viands
and on the wine, my flesh glowed with the stinging cold of my
swim in Tiber and the subsequent ministrations of my pages.
Ippolito was in a muse. But I looked at my face in my mirror;
and saw happiness trying to shine there. I smoothed mine hair.
I stretched my legs and arms. I felt strong. My bowels yearned
to do some violent deed. But what deed? Ah, I did not know what
deed to do. And I instantly slid from the height of bliss to the
depth of misery. Oh, I indeed was properly unhappy.
As soon as the chaplains had finished intoning the prayers, I
drank beef-and-barley broth from a silver bowl. It did not
comfort me. I ate the beef from which the broth had been made.
It was fibrous and dry. The brigands of the Campagna who, in
those old days, used to steal half all imports sent to the City,
must have been employed elsewhere that day: for roast pig and
venison appeared on the carving table. I ate of both, being
ravenously hungry and unwilling to waste time in talking to
Ippolito about a stranger who was sitting at the table of the
men of letters. But I said that a man who had an olive-coloured
skin ought not to wear a pink and green gown; and I have
forgotten all else about the said stranger. The venison suited
my taste, being fat and full of blood; and I signed for a third
platterful. Nor did I neglect the fried things, videlicet minced
chicken livers in paste balls, goose-breasts in batter,
cockscombs on lettuce, leeks parboiled and fried in oil, a dish
of quails farced with figs. The goose-breasts and the
cockscombs were the best. Every time when I paused to wash
mine hands, I seemed to be sinking deeper in the mire of my
I was plunging, sighing, into a gigantic salad: for I
remembered that green-meat is as efficacious for whitening the
skin as are blood-meats for rendering supple the sinews. But we
heard the sudden ringing of horse-hooves in the court, and the
champing of bitts, and the noise of an arrival. Then indeed the
human tide at the end of the hall swept sideways, as Tiber
surges when cloven by a galley's prow. A pursuivant and two
vermilion chamberlains, each with a handful of lighted torches
snatched from anywhere, precipitated themselves at the dais,
"The Exalted Potency of Prince Gioffredo Borgia of
This prince, o Prospero, was then of mine own age: but he
already had commanded dccxl free-lances in the war, and he
already was months a benedick: while I, who could do nothing
but fight and swim and run and speak Greek and write it and
look much more like the David of Messer Verrocchio than
Baldonero Fioravanti or than Rufo Drudodimare, I, I say, had no
opportunity of doing anything. And I was most miserable. But I
smiled, welcoming the guest: for he seemed to be a merry lad;
and I admired the hardy contours of his form, precocious,
voluptuous. Sulphur-coloured silk defined each line of him. The
silver bands at his throat and wrists and hips were set with
great cabochon emeralds no greener than his eyes which flashed
between long lashes. His curly hair was as black as night. His
flesh had the rosy clearness of carnation. His laughing mouth
was as red as beef. He used himself with lively dignity as
became the veritable son of our Lord the Paparch; and he came
to greet us with a certain gesture. He said:
"Salute the father of a lovely girl, born a month ago at
Naples, whom Our Most Holy Father yesterday hath baptized by
the name Antonia."
The cellarers served a rich red wine of Nemi, full-bodied,
well-sunned. Ippolito commanded them to bring moss-agate
cups: in order that the Paparch's son might have security
against venom. While we drank, those ij began to chatter
of matters unknown to me.
I threw a cupful of wine in the face of the page with my
basin, that I might make him as unhappy as I. He looked so
meekly furious that I laughed as I washed my fingers before
tasting the sweetmeats. But anon, remembering that the said
page was noble and that I had hurt his honour, I sent him to
fetch my two best swords. And, having slipped into the state
withdrawing-room, I made him proud and happy by disarming him
twice, scratching the back of his right hand. He was a bold boy,
fearful of the blood of the grape, not of his own. But I
returned to the cheese, more unhappy than before.
Chaplains intoned the long action of graces, * Memoria' fecit
mirabiliu' suoru' etc. I lingered over a conserve of quinces,
which, said Ippolito, disperseth fumes and preventeth vapours
from striking upwards; and I chatted in Greek with Messer
Pierettore Arrivabene below the dais, while Ippolito and the
Borgia prince eagerly whispered. When the familiars were gone
out by the lower door, we iij washed our hands; and went to take
our ease in the secret chamber. Singing boys followed our
progress, mingling voices with archluths, quiet, clear, and low,
music delightful to hear.
THAT secret chamber, o Prospero, was circular and very large.
The walls and the vaulted roof were covered with a veneer of
ivory iij barley-corns in thickness, smoothly gleaming. Ivory
images of fauns and nymphs as large as life, xj of the one, x of
the other, stood on ivory pedestals round the walls supporting
the cornice. The said cornice also was of ivory carved with a
dance of satyrs in basso rilievo. Wax torches burned on tall
gold candlesticks placed on the floor between the images,
except in the spaces occupied by the ivory door and the window.
The last was furnished with a balcony over Tiber; and shewed a
view of the City in darkening twilight. The floor was covered by
a very thick black carpet from Byzantion.
Having washed our fingers at the gold lavabo by the door, we
composed ourselves on massive black velvet cushions, which
were heaped up here and there upon the floor. Ippolito drew up
a low ivory table; and offered sweetmeats to us from a gold
box, cursing meanwhile by cause that the pile of napkins for
the night was lacking. In the midst of his objurgations, a
servitor hurried in with an armful, depositing the same by the
lavabo. Ippolito resumed his normal grave smile.
The men of letters swaggered in, bent on improving our
minds. The first read the histories of Solon and Publius
Valerius Poplicola with Parallel, from the **o* à*ç*üü*üo* of
Messer Ploytarchos: the second read a page of Messer Cicero's
Oration for Caecina: the third declaimed the eighteenth canto
of Messer Alighieri's Paradiso: the fourth intoned a lection
from the Evangel of Saint John the Divine (whose Greek, o
Prospero, is purer than that of the other Apostles, especially
Saint Paul), and he used the second volume of that fine Bible
which cost Duke Borso d'Este mccclxxv sequins.
Prince Gioffredo became uneasy in his body: for he had not
expected this kind of entertainment. Wherefore Ippolito
conversed with him apart, while I became obedient to the mages
who were my masters for the nonce: it being at all times my
will, as it should be thine, o my mercurial son, to give as much
care to the acquisition of mental superiority as to the
acquisition of physical. I translated aloud into Tuscan a folio
of the Phaid*n of Plato, that absolute work, and a breve of
Messer Plinius from the new edition which Messer Pomponius
Laetus had given to Ippolito. Anon I meekly tolerated an
adverse judgment of my weekly thesis, the absurd subject of
which was The Irreducible Surd: nor did I even wince when
Messer Pierettore denounced it by the epithet Childish, for now
I was beyond concern for these lesser matters, pondering the
unmitigable calamity in which I stood.
Anon it was Ippolito's turn to do his lessons; and mine to
amuse the guest. That one, by no means satisfied with the grave
conversation of the cardinal, looked upon me as being a more
suitable companion; and he instantly proposed that we should
ride through the City to see the sights of the night. I was by
no means loath to oblige him: indeed the peril of such an
adventure recommended itself to me as a means of escape from
While my decurion and the prince's were being collected, I
chose my mail-shirt from a trayful. Ippolito had obtained a few
minutes' interval in which to speed our departure; and he
praised my caution to Prince Gioffredo, saying that
foolhardiness was not courage, and that vanity (however just)
should not breed rashness. The Paparch's son watched me
glittering in the pliant steel, while I was buckling on my
sword-belt; and he said that I was as comely in the mail
falling in escallops round mine haunches as I was in silk or
velvet. Thus he spoke; and, finding on the tray another mail-
shirt so fine that his two hands plump, juicy with heat,
completely covered it, he let my pages do it on him. Certainly
he made a gallant show; and a mirror taught him that veiling
the splendour of the body (in such a gleaming web) enhances the
splendour of the limbs: which gave him great content.
We mounted in the first court; and gave the word to our ij
decurions. The great gate yawned before us; and clanged behind
us. With a pomp of xx torches, we clattered over Tiber by the
double-bridge and the Island. The night was young. The City was
still: for the Keltic army chiefly lay outside the Flaminian
Gate and in the Region of Campo Marzo. We rode quietly, bidding
our guards to follow us: for so the light of their torches made
clear the way, and our eyes were not dazzled with the glare.
The Prince of Squillace said that he was going to amuse
himself. I, desperate with the oppression of my misery,
declared that I also would amuse myself, Great Ban or no Great
Ban, safely or unsafely. I had my sword and my x men with their
lieutenant; and I would risk something for the sake of a little
Gioffredo said that Rome was a dull city, not to be compared
for gaiety with little cities like Naples or Ferrara, seeing that
Colonna and Orsini had eaten all the baronage save Cesarini,
which last house alone remained leal to our Lord the Paparch.
One might cultivate the arts, quoth he: or plague the
rebellious barons and their Keltic friends: or sit in the
Apostolic Palace making and unmaking kings and continents. But
these were dismal sports, quoth he.
Little vulgar boys might go and throw stones on Campo
Vaccino, in defiance of the Cardinal-Vicar's edict, quoth
Degenerates, quoth he, might go and gamble with the white-
faced cardinal, who certainly was the pink of fashion, but whose
luck was too infernally good for younger sons.
We agreed that princes were much to be commiserated.
Formerly, quoth Gioffredo, much diversion had been gained by
hunting Jews or Bargelli, slicing off their noses, or
other ways afflicting them: but now the Paparch prohibited
these exercitations, using Himself very kindly to the accursed
race which so feloniously had slaughtered our Divine Redeemer,
and being determined to keep order in the City by means of the
said Bargelli. Wherefore, quoth he, these things being so, and
the Paparch's Sanctity being not only so good but also so
loving and so dear that no one but a devil wilfully would offend
Him, it behoved respectable princes to be at some pains in
I loved the boy for those words, o Prospero: for they showed
that a good heart accompanied his handsome person and his
lightly merry temper. But I found no word to say; and mine
unhappiness overwhelmed me. We both were silent. Anon we
halted on the Square of Santangelo.
Gioffredo leaned across to me, slyly saying that we ought to
seek legitimate adventures. I took fire at his words; and we
rode on, through and through the Street of the Bear, peeping in
the inns where foreigners lay: but we savoured no spice of
adventure in the public resorts. At Saint John's of the
Florentines, we agreed to prowl separately; and, taking each our
decurion, we chose different roads. Gioffredo went by Banchi
Vecchi. I tried Giulia Street.
All the shops of the archers and armourers were shut on
Campo de' Fiore; and the eyes of the houses twinkled with no
light. I avoided the Square of Catinari: for I could not bear to
see the razed palace of our house there; and I halted under the
Capitol at the foot of Toasted Beans Lane. I was drowning in the
cold waters of unhappiness. I also was molested by the pangs of
hunger: for study doth augment the carnal appetite most
wonderfully, and, at that time, it was necessary also that I
continually should heap fuel on the furnace of the prime of
mine adolescence. I diverged at a right angle, proceeding
through a series of narrow streets, and by the black bulk of
Rotondo in the Region of Pigna, to the Square of Saint
Eustace: where I dismounted at the new Falcon Inn. Ippolito had
spoken of this place, as being already famous for its grotesque
chambers and its antic viands; and I wished to see for myself,
and to taste food similar to that which had gratified mine
illustrious forefathers: for it seemed that such a diversion
would enable me to overcome the malignance of my stars.
The chamber, which I chose, was shaped like an isoskelene
triangle couped at the apex by a circular alcove about iij
braccie in diameter. The door was in the base of the
triangle. The walls and roof and tiled floor were porphyry-
colour. The last was strewn with lemon verbena, a most
delicious odour, invigorating, passion-inspiring. The alcove was
a couch of cushions. The shuttered windows concealed their
blindness behind white and porphyry-coloured curtains. A rush-
seated settle waited by a bronze table in the middle; and a
lamp of vij wicks smiled from overhead. While I demanded
supper of the innkeeper, I dismissed my cap and cloak into the
alcove, giving my sword leave to rest by the bench, washing
mine hands and combing mine hair as though there was no such
thing as wretchedness on this orb of earth.
He named a boiled owl farced with assa-foetida, a roasted
wild-boar with sweet sauce and pine-kernels, a bear's hams, and
a baked porpentine. I chose the boar and the porpentine for my
proper repast, with a measure of the black wine of Marino; and
I sent the bear's hams and xj measures of wine to my decurion,
paying two double giulj for the entertainment.
A sturdy Roman hob, in snowy linen with black hosen and
leathern bellyband, brought napery and the apparatus of the
table. He came again with a dish on each hand, and the wine-
flask's loose rush cover gripped in his strong white teeth. This
time, a clean-limbed youngster accompanied him, precociously
and grandly formed, having a wonderful freshness of complexion,
short curly brown hair, and an expression of disgust in his
The eye is the mirror of the soul, o Prospero, and it is of ij
kinds, videlicet the open eye and the shut eye. The open eye
denoteth a soul which is ready, willing, able, to enter into
unreserved communion with its peer: not abnegating its proper
rights, but sharing the same, according to the precepts of
nobility. The shut eye is that eye wherein a veil is drawn
continually, or at will, before the true image of the soul. It
appertaineth to those unfortunate persons who, either from
poorness of spirit or from vileness, wish to conceal their
souls in selfish solitude. Note this, o Prospero. My proper
preference (like that of all White Men) is for the open eye; and
having seen this youngster, I knew that some benignant star had
deigned to send me one with whom I was in sympathy; and I
addressed myself to wait for further manifestations.
The boy appeared to be clothed on his arms and his sides and
the outsides of his legs: but he really was covered from throat
to wrist and foot with a single garment of knitted wool,
resembling a skin, myrtle-green with a wide central stripe of
flesh-colour, very ingenious. He did table-service inaccurately
and disdainfully. It was plain that he never had served, and that
he was accustomed to be served. Not a word was said while I
satiated mine hunger.
When I had performed the last lavation, I lay back on the
bench, stretching out my legs at length; and I formed a totally
erroneous idea of the avocation of mine attendant. I did not
speak: but only looked at him. He furiously blushed; and his
eyes flamed. . . .
The events of the next quarter-hour will be set forth in
another history, which thou, o Prospero, wilt read when thou
shalt have come to the age of xv years. . . .
Anon, having summoned my lieutenant, I declared my will to
him. I would rescue these ij children, taking the lad behind my
saddle: but he would take the girl behind his. The decurion was
to close our rear; and all was to be swiftly done.
So it was done. There were protests and outcries at the door,
a fine affray, hard blows; and I stung more than one with my
sword. But, when we were free of the crowd, I changed pursuers
into scramblers, by scattering the contents of my burse on the
cobble-stones; and so I escaped with my spoils.
We galloped through the Square of Navona in the Region of
Parione; and, by the tortuous lanes of the Region of
Ponte to Saint John's of the Florentines.
Straightly behind me balanced, hands on his haunches, the
lad rode. Strange was that fierce spell of riding through the
darkness of night.
THE City was quiet on the other side of Tiber and where we
halted: but, on our right hand, the Keltic camp, now blazing
with torches, hummed like a swarm of wasps. My guards lighted
their own torches from the lanthorn which hung before the
image of Saint John at the street corner.
We went onward slowly, through Banchi Vecchi and by the
Cenci Palace, in search of Gioffredo: whom we found near the
fort of Pierleone, much disordered in his habits) his
hosen being full of dried peas of which his decurion was
relieving him. Their laughter prevented my words for a time.
Wherefore, giving favour to my tongue, I consigned the Keltic
lad to one of my proper guards; and, when anon Gioffredo had
remounted, we ij rode on side by side.
He was very loquacious concerning his adventures in a Jew's
house, which used to stand by St. George's of the Golden Sail
and the arch of Janus, where certain Jewesses had been
entertaining him. But, their father having returned
unexpectedly from some nocturnal orgy, they had hidden
Gioffredo in the pea-bin: from which uncomfortable abode he at
length emerged, deeming the moment convenient for flight. But
the said Jew, having found a strange sword, was on the watch;
and furiously withstood him. Gioffredo had only a poignard and
a mail-shirt, the latter in his hand instead of on his body:
but, nevertheless, he had bidden old Abraham to bethink
himself, seeing that the said poignard had been used for carving
pork. But the Jew had enraged himself the more; and Gioffredo,
having all his points untrussed and his hosen about his feet,
was unable to run. Wherefore, taking the mail-shirt by the
sleeves, he swinged at his opponent such a blow that he fell
prone, over whom incontinently rolling, the Paparch's son
contrived to get into the street. He had lost his sword and his
boots; and he had spoiled his garments: but his speech was so
comical, and his occasional jerks (when the movement of his
horse caused him to sit upon a forgotten pea) by degrees
dismissed the severity with which I at first was inclined to
treat him. And also I was no saint myself. So I said. And so we
came in silence to the Fabrician Bridge.
Gioffredo affectionately inquired the cause of my silence,
saying that thinking made one grow old.
To whom I responded, saying that I was unhappy, and that all
these games appeared to be only vain and rather silly, seeing
that there were many other worthier occupations for princes of
our quality. But, remembering that Gioffredo was a guest, anon I
changed my mood, lightly asking whether he would wend to
He would not; but he demanded half of my bed for the night,
commanding his decurion to bring a valise of new habits from
Traspontina, for him to don on the morrow. And so we
entered the palace.
Some malignant star caused a misfortune at our entrance.
The soldier, who had my Keltic lad on his horse's crupper,
dismounted; and began to unbuckle the girth. Near by, ij pages
had been fighting; and one was bewailing and letting drip a
bleeding nose. The odour of the blood enraged the stallion, on
whose bare back the Keltic lad was sitting sideways, waiting for
orders. That one promptly flung his leg over; and, leaning
forward, seized the bridle. Insued sudden dispersal of the crowd,
wild galloping through the courtyards, sidelong sweepings and
rushings, heavenward tossings, frantic plungings; but the rider
sat erect, tense as young Bellerophon before Chimaira, gripped
to his steed by thighs and knees. Indeed, it was a very grand
While we all were gazing, the noise disturbed Ippolito: who
came bounding down the stair, as the furious beast dashed
through the low arch beneath the hall. That cardinal instantly
cast his cardinalature to the iiij winds, leaping and tearing at
the bitt with his gigantic strength, muffling the stallion's
head in his vermilion mantle, while the grooms ran up and
hobbled the dire hooves.
Anon the Keltic lad dismounted; and stood before us,
blushing, trembling, bright-eyed, brave, a slender supple figure,
with articulations of most delicate distinction. His glance
strayed toward the girl. She stood still where she had been
placed at first. In admiring him, I forgot that I myself was
miserable. Gioffredo's eyes began to goggle.
Ippolito looked from the stranger to me. Having whispered
what was necessary to the one, I announced to the other
Ippolito's condition of Most Illustrious Lord Cardinal-*, and
Prince of Ferrara. The Keltic lad kneeled; and did obeisance to
Ippolito resumed his cardinalature, stiffly asking the lad to
That one responded, saying that he was the Vicomte Réné
XVIIII Raoul Alain Gabriel Marie de Sainctrose, Vidame de
Sainctrose, Sieur de Chastelmondesir; and now, o Prospero, thou
knowest how thy father, and thy godfather, and Renato's,
first became acquainted each with other.
We all were much astonished. Ippolito demanded more news.
To whom the Vicomte de Sainctrose was pleased to say that his
father had had two brothers, videlicet the Sieur Estienne who
was father to the Damoiselle Estelle there present and cousin
of the speaker, and the Sieur Guichart who was father to the
Damoiseau Armand then absent but also cousin of the speaker.
Further he said that his own father and mother long had lived
in olympian mansions: that his uncle Estienne had gone
by the same road at Michaelmas: that his uncle Guichart, being
then his warden and the girl's, and wishing to have his demesne
and hers for his own son, kept them both hardly, fearing by
cause that they loved one another. Wherefore, on the day of the
dead, those ij had prayed to their parents with the gods,
and anon escaped into the forest belonging to the said Vicomte
de Sainctrose, intending to love and to die there. But a
company of Egyptians had captured them; and had brought them,
with other stolen children, by long roads to the City, selling
them as slaves.
Ippolito interrupted, saying something about an evil trade.
The Vicomte indignantly gainsaid him: asseverating that he
himself and his cousin had been but a night and a day in the
City; and that, as he was not alone, it behoved him to use
subtilty for the sake of his said cousin. He denied that he had
followed an evil trade, having a knife, which either would cause
force to flee, or would open Paradise for the girl and for him
Ippolito still demurred: but Réné persisted, saying:
"The Most Illustrious Prince Tarquinio Giorgio Drakontoletes
Poplicola di Hagiostayros used princely words and kindlike, the
first from strangers during many months: for which cause We
wished to let him know that a Keltic noble could be as generous
as a Roman patrician."
And he added, in the Greek tongue, that he venerated me as
As thou well knowst, o Prospero, the road to my love lieth
through Hellas; and, when I heard that last word of the Vicomte
de Sainctrose, my bowels yearned because of him. I said:
"Tell us thine age, o Damoiseau."
He responded to me, saying that the nones of April would
mark the opening of his fifteenth year.
When I understood that he had been born under the Ram and
Mars, the cause of his extraordinary courage and of the
astounding manner in which he had governed his affairs, at once
became clear to me. Desiring to be associated with such an one,
I completed my deliberations with these words:
"We offer to take thee into Our service."
He responded to me again, saying that he desired nothing
better than to learn the duties of his estate in order that he
might oust the usurper of his feoffs at an opportune time. But
his eyes wandered to the girl.
I said that the comptroller should have order regarding him,
and that the mistress of the women should have order regarding
the damoiselle: for, being no more than a guest in the Estense
palace, I was in a quandary at the moment. And so I turned away,
with Ippolito and the Borgia boy. As we went, I was telling
Ippolito more of what had happened at the Falcon Inn.
Gioffredo continually ejaculated concerning the good fortune of
certain people: but Ippolito's brow became as black as night.
Anon he interrupted me; and took command of the whole matter,
saying that he would not know of any sin or of anything needing
amendment in his palace. And he began to act.
The page Giovempedocle (he was very finely made, o Prospero,
but his right eye was brown while his left eye was blue)
evanesced with an order for the mistress of the women to
conduct the Damoiselle Estelle de Sainctrose to the cedar
cabinet with a vicecomitial escort.
The page Giacinto (he was quite young, but his hair was as
white as hoar-frost and very luxuriant indeed) evanesced with an
order for an abbate (whose name I have forgotten) to attend in
But we returned; and joined the Vicomte de Sainctrose to our
company. Réné was palpitating with emotions not necessary to
be described. I took his hand; and we followed Ippolito to the
treasury, where a choice was made of certain matters. As we
went along, a full state of gentlemen and chamberlains with the
double-cross collected; and attended us to the cedar cabinet.
There, we withdrew the ij Keltic nobles to the window, where
we could speak in secret; and Ippolito examined them as to
their real sentiments each for other. Their wonderful frank
eyes became grave as they responded, saying that they were one.
He gave rings to them, each ring a flight of golden cupids bound
with scrolls inscribed Je sui' ici en li'u d'amy and Filz ou
Fille. Taking their hands, he led them to the chapel. The
presbyter blessed the rings. They were exchanged and planted.
Benediction hallowed nuptials, legitimate, indissoluble.
Thus was one of the many grand deeds done by thy father, o
my son Prospero, well done on that fortunate day.
WE conducted the bridegroom and his bride to an apartment on
the second stair; and the door was shut. Ippolito returned to
his lessons: but I took Gioffredo to my proper lodging.
Having seen those children happy, I felt mine own
unhappiness surging again in my breast. By the grace of the
gods, the Borgia boy chattered like a pie all the time,
enraptured with his own garrulity, needing no attention. Thus I
was able to let my proper thoughts range freely. We rested in
arm-chairs, while the pages doffed our garments, wrapping us in
white woollen frocks.
It was not to be denied that I had done a noble deed in
rescuing those children from a den of infamy. I looked at the
sheets, filled with fragrant herbs, which hung by their corners
from the ceiling of the bathing-chamber, as though I expected a
message of approval from the Divine Ones who live in that
direction. We were sitting on large sponges placed on rush-
seated stools upon the floor-sheet; and pages laid other
sponges under our feet.
I remember noting that Gioffredo's big toes were his longest
toes: but my second toes are my longest toes, according to the
canon of Lysippos. Otherwise his form was without
blemish; and if, as Ippolito alleged, I in mine adolescence
resembled the marble copy of the lithe thalerose image of
David by Messer Verrocchio, certainly the Borgia boy at that
time resembled the sleek plump image of David by Messer
Donatello, which images copied in tinted marble the white-faced
cardinal then possessed. So I judged; and I resolved to mention
this particular to Ippolito: not that I actually believed
myself to resemble the beautiful Rufo Drudodimare, admirable,
pathetic, or Gioffredo to resemble the splendid Baldonero
Fioravanti, admirable, treacherous, in more particulars than a
few and those very superficial: but those ij adolescents had
been mistaken for the very images themselves above-named; and
so we ij also possessed a certain similitude to the same, but
only to the casual spectator. However, the thing was strange;
and I pondered it in my mind.
Anon I began to wonder what colour of body his stars had
deigned to Réné. That his form was as exquisite and as vigorous
as his mind, I already knew from the evidence of my sense of
sight: but I often have noted that a fine form and fine features
sometimes are marred by some imperfect tincture of the skin
in parts; and I eagerly looked forward to the morrow, when I
might take an opportunity of assuring myself as to the person
of one whose individuality seemed to be so sympathetic.
After these rather absurd meditations, I went on to consider
the likely effects of my deed of the night.
The pages had placed beneath our stools great silver bowls
containing the steaming stew of hollyhock, mallow, pellitory,
sweet fennel, wall-wort, johnswort, centaury, rib-grass,
camomile, heyhove, heyriff, herbbenet, daisy, wild water-parsley,
water-speedwell, scabious, henbane, withy-leaves, green oats, all
boiled to a pulp in distilled water. Note the composition of
this bath, o Prospero. It was invented by one of his mages for
the cardinal; and as conducing to physical health, it hath no
equal. I heard the senior page reciting the names of the herbs,
as I had heard him on the vij previous nights, while the others
wrapped us and our stools closely in thick woollen cloths of
enormous size. While thus we sat sweating in the odoriferous
steam, Gioffredo incessantly gabbled: but I cogitated many
things in my mind.
It appeared to me that I had delivered a Keltic noble from
slavery, had enabled him to provide himself with legitimate
heirs of his body in contempt of his wicked uncle, and that I
was going to enable him sooner or later to achieve his natural
rights and dignities. In plain words, I had laid him under a debt
of gratitude. Secondly, I had conceived an immense affection for
him, which he in turn seemed to reciprocate. In plain words, I
had acquired another friend who might be valuable.
At this point of the argument, the cloths were removed; and
our flesh was seen to be as scarlet as the flesh of tunny-fish.
The pages sponged us with tepid rose-water; and several
bucketfuls of cold, poured over our heads when we stood up,
caused pallor anon to conquer ruddiness. So we stood on dry
sheets by the glow of the fire, spitting into gold basins while
cleaning our teeth with linen, moistened in a liquid made of
mastic, rosemary, sage, bramble-leaves all macerate in Greek
wine, and dipped in a powder of barley-bread burned with salt.
This was the recipe which our mage of Deira gave to me; and I
gave it to Ippolito.
The pages dried our bodies, chafing our limbs with their
hands; but I was persuading myself that such a friend as the
Vicomte de Sainctrose might be very useful to me anon,
supposing that Ippolito should fail to induce our Lord the
Paparch to treat me fairly: for, I deliberated, if the Great Ban
were to continue in force against me here, I should be
compelled to seek an opportunity for expending mine energies
elsewhere. And I stretched myself, looking down upon my
tremendous natural capabilities with anger at the thought that
they were totally useless. I most earnestly desired to sting
Gioffredo went on chattering. I believe that he had not found
me a good listener: for he was addressing himself to the pages
who were rubbing his ribs. We went into the bedchamber for the
drying and combing of our hair. Long before this was finished,
Gioffredo slept where he sat in his chair. The service was a
poor one for the son of our Lord the Paparch, accustomed to
luxuries as he was: but he himself had chosen his lot, and his
breeding prohibited complaint.
But I, on my part, bitterly complained of evil knitting in
the hosen which I had doffed, reducing my comptroller to
terror, very comical, lest he should be degraded from his
situation; for mine anger at the malignance of my stars made
me angry with all and singular. What was the use, I reflected, of
a Keltic friend, not xv years old, dispossessed of his demesnes,
and actually dependent on me for a livelihood? And I thought
bitterly of Réné blissfully mounted and riding to fortune, and
of myself writhing under the oppression of the Great Ban.
Our hair having been tucked into our nightcaps, nothing now
remained but that we should betake ourselves to bed. But, while
the pages were spreading the footcloths, and covering the rush-
lights with shades, and opening the windows, Gioffredo suddenly
awakened and would have been merry. I myself was in no mood
for sleep: nor could I join in his mirth. But I suggested that
we ij should go to find Ippolito.
A couple of my best nightgowns were brought; and the
Borgia boy chose the one of vair of nut-brown squirrels, with
slippers of the same: but I indued the other of ermine reversed
with ermines, with slippers of minever. I remember this, by
cause that both these nightgowns were of great value, and after
this night I never saw either of them again.
Thus we proceeded; and we found the cardinal writing, in the
secret chamber, still engaged with his tasks.
WHILE we washed our fingers on entering, Ippolito threw aside
his writing, making room for us on the big black heap of
cushions. He was too grand a prince to be a bad host.
As soon as the servitors were gone, Gioffredo began again to
recite his adventures with much noise and gesture. I let him
talk; and sat a little apart, in silence, thinking my proper
thoughts, wishing for the time when I might consult Ippolito
thereon. A twice-told tale is not always very amusing: but the
Borgia boy gabbled so insistently and so incessantly that I at
last was compelled to listen. I will not set down his words:
for they were of no importance whatever, but merely as bright
and as sharp and as pleasant and also as ephemeral as the foam
of the sea. He omitted no singular particular of his exploits.
Had the matter been an Easter shrift, it could not have been
more explicit. He was exquisitely droll, frankly shameless.
Ippolito gradually lapsed into gloom: a species of distaste
affected him. But I, for want of something better, began to be
amused. The thing was infectious. And anon, when I also began
to speak in the same strain, the cardinal revolted against us
"Is woman all? Is there naught else in Total Christendom to
serve you in passing time? Thou, o Prince of Squillace, hast
tried war: men name thee fearless. It can be seen that thou
hast lively wits as well as robust sinews. Canst thou not use
these for Madonna Sancia thy wife, or for thy Most Holy Father
in His need, leaving vulgar adventures to pages or apprentices?
And thou, o Sideynes, hast hyperexcellent parts. We never have
seen an adolescent more godlike in white splendour of body and
mind, though thou knowest that We keep xl merchants travelling
over the orb of the earth solely to seek and to purchase for Us
such monstrosities. There is not a man, there is not a
sovereign, equal to thee in birth. Th'art healthy, strong. With
the sword thou hast not a peer: also, Messeri Claudio and
Pierettore Arrivabene both say that thy written Greek might be
the Greek of an archangel. And they should know, having been
the friends of the Divine Poliziano, on whom be peace. It is
true that We could kill thee with one hand. Domeniddio so made
Us: putting into these limbs that which, after mature
consideration, He might have put into Our head. Different
calamities oppress different persons. Of advantages also
each hath his own: to Us, Our purple and Our strength of body:
to the Prince of Squillace, lusty sinews and a daring mind and
an opportunity: to thee, o Sideynes, splendid wits, adolescence
full of grace, and the aspect of one nourished on the marrow
and nerves of lions. And ye ij are content to squander these
gifts on women."
Thus he spoke; and the speech was a very memorable one. The
sudden outburst and the pungent force of it set me striding to
and fro, with my fists clenched and my brows drawn straight to
the upright furrow above dilated eyes, sea-blue, glittering. And
now my mind was in a whirl: for I knew that this was my chance
for speaking unwinged words, which should lie and germinate and
bear fruit there where I flung them. I could not ask for boons.
I could not propose plans. But, with certain furious selected
speeches, I might disclose the intimate root of mine
unhappiness, of my despair.
But Gioffredo instantly had taken him up, saying:
"Where is Our opportunity, o prudent Purpled Person? Give Us
Our Sancia; and she shall swoon with joy. Give Us Our free-
lances; and We will lead them against devils. But, when there is
neither wife nor war for Us, when Sancia is yet in the straw, and
the Keltic army is about to take flight, and our Most Holy
Father sitteth silent and solemn in the Castle, what else can
We do but accept such adventures as We find?"
But I stopped in my fierce striding; and inveighed, saying:
"Hear Us also, o Hebe, Us, thy Sideynes, descended from Zeys
not only on the spade but also on the distaff side. Thou
well knowst how We are: Our house being under the Great Ban,
Our palace razed, Our princes bandits, Madonno Marcantonio a
meek student in exile, Madonno Francesco in exile with a price
upon his head, Madonno Giorgio in exile, hunted for his life
since he slew Colonna. Why should We not amuse Ourself with
the Prince of Squillace, seeing that no better way lieth open to
Us? Why dost thou decry such pleasures, when thine own hero
Herakles married the most women that ever one man did?
Know that Our adolescence burneth like a furnace vij times
heated. It must have vent. Where can we vent it? We are
tolerated in this place only by cause of thy protection and of
Our Own insignificance. What advantage is life to Us? What
chance of a career have We?"
Ippolito threw up his grand head; and sturdily injuncted,
"Make a career with that thine intellect, o dear Sideynes.
Where the will is, there will be a way. In spite of thy
words, thou knowst that the pleasures of sense are inferior to
the pleasures of the intellect. Let thy mind be thy ruler and
governour. As Messer Lionardo saith, Make thine own life
as thou wouldst make any other work of art: the life of
intellect should be of intellect's own design: to have but not
to be had, is the rule from which intellect must not
swerve. Further, trust in thy splendid stars; and take no count
of Fortune, whose name is not in any martyrologium. She
hath, indeed, no Divine Creator, for any man may make her at
his will: of whom Messer Decimus Junius Juvenalis hath
written, Thou, o Fortune, art not divine where prudence is, for
it is we, we, who make thee a goddess and place thee in
heaven.Why dost thou pause to play the fool? By cause
that thou art not free to work out thine own salvation? So. Now
mark me well and closely, o Sideynes. Be it known to thee that
Alexander, magnificent, invincible, loveth beauty, loveth wit;
and those twain in one person need not lack His favour for a
paltry disability, such as the Great Ban. Wilt thou serve Him
with thy body, with thy mind? With the last, thou wilt have a
chance of shewing thy goodness. Know also that on the
morrow We ride to Vatican, where We shall render a certain
account. This done, it will be Our privilege to demand a boon.
Thou wilt go with Us, o Sideynes?"
Gioffredo wagged a long leg, plump, carnation-coloured, out
of his brown fur nightgown; and yelped, saying:
"No, no, go not, o Tarquinio: for Our Most Holy Father
starveth Himself and His guests. But We and thou will ride to
Vatican with the lord cardinal; and there part peacefully. He
will proceed by Lo Andare to render his said account: but we ij
will cross to Our palace of Traspontina, where food is, and
wine, and many maids-of-honour to be tickled."
Ippolito angrily ejaculated:
To whom the pert prince responded, saying:
"But only for passing the afternoon pleasantly, which is the
point of Our argument."
The noble strong young cardinal gravely said:
"Thy Venus We totally disregard. The point of the
whole argument is the salvation of Our well-beloved friend,
Thus he spoke; and it was enough. I kneeled to him, kissing
his sapphire, and saying:
"We accede to the Lord Cardinal of Ferrara: for thou, o
Hebe, art not only grand but also good. Nevertheless We will
not dine with our Lord the Paparch: for food, and food in bulk,
We must have lest Our wits wither and Our sinews shrivel.
Neither will We consent to ask a favour, nor to accept thy
mediation: but We will that Alexander, magnificent, invincible,
should see Us as We shall shew Ourself to Him, and that He
should hear Us as it were by accident. If that can be contrived,
well. If not, let Us have a chance of serving Him, so that We
may compel Him to deal fairly by Us. If neither of these things
can be done now, bear them in mind. Now that thou knowst Our
desire, We are content to wait patiently for some benignant
affection of Our stars; and We no more will meddle with base
Thus I spoke: for the genuine loving-kindness of Ippolito
cheered me. I knew not, at that moment, anything save that I
was happier in my mind; and, being at length desirous of
turning the conversation away from myself, I continued, saying:
"But tell Us, o Hebe, hast thou never amused thyself as we ij
have been amusing ourselves? Sometimes We have thought."
Ippolito instantly demanded:
"What hast thou thought?"
I responded to him, saying:
"That thou at some time hast been like the rest of us,
loving a woman: that thou hast lost her, and cherish but the
wreck of thy love."
He smiled; and his whole being seemed to open, blossoming
like a rose. He, with full breath, said:
"We have loved: but We have had no lover; and We very greatly
"Oh, oh, oh! And whom? Madonna Lucrezia? Yes: so it must be:
for all men love Our sister."
"Nay. Our lady is of Gaul, not of Spain."
We both stammered:
We gritted our teeth: for the saying was a terrible one, akin
Ippolito proclaimed, with tremendous magnificent unfolding:
"She is the unique illumination which hath lighted Gaul, and
through all ages still shall light that land from the throne
where she sitteth beyond the stars."
We waited: for the moment was one of revelation.
His great black eyes became deliberate and grave. He
"Our Lord Alexander Himself made Us to know her ij years
ago. The Holiness of Him saw Us to be lusty and froward,
unworthy of the purple which Our father Duke Ercole sent Us to
have of Him. Wherefore He questioned Us concerning Our loves;
and, finding that insatiate desire and strenuous strife had
failed to cheer, He told Us, oh but gently, as we walked in the
court under the Borgia Tower,--(the cardinal was speaking, o my
Prospero, of the court where the Paparch Julius placed the
image of that mediocre anisopod which He called the Apollo of
the Belvedere)--He told Us of a maid so sympathetic that
the mere name of her put Our heart in chains. She was well-
grown, strong-limbed, young, of the age of xvij years, He said.
Her land was distracted by more than a century of years of war.
Her sovereign was a slave. Came to her for strength, the god
Michael Archangel: came to her for wisdom and for maiden
charm, the goddesses Katharine and Margaret, all in an orchard
of apple-bloom. These divine ones brought word that she must
go to save her fatherland and to crown her king. Many times
they came. And she went. She gave news that she was of divine
sending; and shewed tokens. That little girl commanded armies,
strove with sword, took blows and gave. In ij years, she brought
to her country that deliverance which men had failed to
compass in an hundred. Her crowned king ennobled her: she had
given him the means. But anon she was captured treacherously
by the flying foe: they traded her to foes of her own country
who of envy sought her life. The chief of these last, and he was
a bishop, bought her: fraudulently adjudged her Heretic, Heretic
by cause that she was urged by heavenly voices, fraudulently by
cause that she stated an appeal to God's Vicegerent here on
earth, thus soaring far above merely episcopal jurisdiction. But
that foul prelate had might. The girl had only right. And he
was promised an archbishopric for her death. He suppressed her
appeal. He laid the Great Ban on her. She most miserably died
for a most glorious deed: for he afflicted her with
natural death by fire. Wait. Her king who owed her a crown, her
countrymen who owed her their liberty, were craven cowards
having the bowels and brains of apes from Barbary. They minced
and gibbered and grimaced; and they let her burn. They were
Keltic dogs. What could ye expect? But, after xx years, that
Christian King found that he held his crown from a girl
whom Holy Church (ill-served by that satanic bishop) had burned
as bandit and heretic; and for his crown he trembled most
exceedingly. Wherefore, after those xx years, he let Rome have
that holy maid's appeal. Our Lord the Paparch all incontinently
preconized new judges, who, having examined the whole case,
pronounced her to be all that they would desire their own
sisters to be, videlicet holy, maiden, favourite and ambassador
of Divine Ones inhabiting olympian mansions. This their decree
was confirmed in form. That marvel, that miracle, that
adorable sweet child, that most courageous palatine, Madame
Jehane de Lys by her king's creation, called The Maid by
Christendom, so foully killed and slain, was named by God's
Vicegerent as one of the blessed carrying lilies in paradise,
wearing an immortal diadem. She is the lady of Our love and
worship. As ivy clingeth to oak, so will We cling to her
memory. It was the Lord Alexander who made us to know her, as
We have said. He Himself had her history when, in His Own youth,
He entered the Sacred College with that self-same Bishop of
Constance, Archpresbyter of the Vatican basilica, the Lord
Richart de Longvevil Olivier, Cardinal-presbyter of the Title of
Santa Susanna, who had been one of the judges of the Maid.
Moreover, ye shall know that it was the said Lord Alexander's
Own uncle and creator, the Paparch Calixtus the Third, Who
decreed her rehabilitation."
Thus Ippolito spoke: but we bestowed favour on our tongues,
revolving the whole matter in our minds.
Sitting erect on the black cushions, he murmured these words
in an undertone:
"Saincte Vierge et Martyre, dictée Jehane d'Arcques, priez
toulzjours pour moy et pour toulz tes serviteurs."
Gioffredo eyed him, decorously waiting for licence to speak. I
was hugging mine own bare arms in the sleeves of my nightgown;
and my glance was directed to the toes of my slippers which
were stretched out straight together in front of me.
But my mind was wandering far away to a live love, yearning
for her who was sleeping over there in the dark.
BUT our meditations were interrupted by an instant scratching
on the outside of the ivory door; and a wave of secret
chamberlains flowed in with torches, announcing:
"The Most Respectable Worship of the Lord Cardinal of
Ippolito arose, grave, self-dominant. I and Gioffredo also
arose, wrapping our furs more closely round us, surprized, very
I will tell thee, o Prospero, how Cardinal Cesare appeared to
me on that night: so that thou mayst have ever before thine
eyes a vivid image of the prodigious personality who, as Messer
Niccolo Machiavelli saith, might have done Anything. He was of
the age of xx years, tall and splendid of form. Tawny hair and
beardlet shaded his swarthy features. The hair was rolled in a
golden bag of network convenient for travelling. His eyes were
like glowing iron in the furnace of his face. Under the
cardinalitial great-cloak, he wore a secular habit of vermilion
velvet. The huge sapphire glittered on the first finger of
his right hand. A thick gold chain surrounded his neck,
disappearing in the lace of the smock which peeped out of the
breast of his doublet. Beneath the lower hem of the last, the
escalloped edge of a mail-shirt appeared. All this I noted,
while he was washing his fingers at the door.
His pages caught the great-cloak flung to them: left the
double-cross leaning against one of the ivory images; and
retired; and the door was shut. He advanced towards the Cardinal
of Ferrara: but he was winking at Gioffredo with haggard
brilliant eyes. As for me, he noted me no more than the said
ivory images: whereat I fumed with rage, only restraining
myself from using my sting by cause that I desired to see more
of this splendid creature.
Ippolito accorded to him the kiss of peace: to whom he
"In virtue of his obedience to our Lord the Paparch, We are
to demand secret conference with the Cardinal of Ferrara."
It was evident from the form of this speech that very great
matters were afoot. I instantly shot such a glance at Ippolito
as taught him my vehement desire to be mixed up with the
affair. Such was the force of my will that the thing was
understood as readily as though I had spoken.
Ippolito went to the door; and issued commandments to the
chamberlains in the antechamber.
Cardinal Cesare was pinching the plump legs of Gioffredo in a
merry manner, running round the room.
Anon a guard of viiij gigantic Numidians, ebony-coloured, girt
with jaguar-skins, white and tawny, armed with terrible clubs,
produced themselves; and were ranged outside, in a wedge whose
base was the ivory portal. But xviij other Numidians in the
outer antechamber kept the way against all comers. And so the
door again was shut.
Ippolito beckoned me to him; and placed me with my back
against it, making it my charge. I kept silence: but my looks
told him of my gratitude.
Gioffredo escaped from his tormentor; and taking the comb
from his pouch, tidied his ruffled hair, and resumed his
Ippolito and the Cardinal of Valencia disposed themselves on
the black cushions. The former drew up the low ivory tables of
wine and sweetmeats, beginning to chew fresh sage-leaves from a
vase: but the latter degusted spoonfuls of a confection of
prickly pear. Anon Gioffredo joined himself to them. But I
munched coriander-seeds steeped in marjoram-vinegar and
crusted with sugar, which by chance I had in my comfit-box.
They bring a special commodity to the memory, o Prospero.
Cesare abruptly asked Ippolito how much he knew of affairs.
Ippolito responded, saying that he very assiduously had been
playing at great-ball since his return to the City, and had not
paid much attention to affairs. He knew, of course, that
Alexander, magnificent, invincible, had interned Himself in the
castle; and that the Keltic king was occupying part of the City
on the other side of Tiber. Also he knew, from rumour, that the
said king's nose resembled a raw ham, that a pink birth-flare
surrounded his left eye, that his twelve-toed shanks had no
more form than women's spindles, that he had brought into the
City a new disease which he who was speaking called Morbus
Gallicus, but Prince Tarquinio here present called it Morbus
Kelticus, and the Cardinal of Valencia might decide between us.
Finally, resuming his gravity, Ippolito named the rumour which
said that the said Keltic king, finding our Lord the Paparch to
be quite impregnable, was forced to conclude some sort of
Cesare silently produced the pectoral cross which was
attached to his neck-chain. It was set with great table-rubies.
Unfastening its clasp, he disengaged a ring, huge, massive, which
hung by its side. I never had seen so enormous a ring then. It
was made of gilded bronze, viiij barleycorns in diameter. Its
oblong bezel was set with, a cabochon rock-crystal, highly
projecting. One shoulder was carved with the Borgia armorials,
videlicet Sol a Bull passant Mars on a closet Venus flory
proper within a bordure Mars semée of flammels Sol. The
Triple Crown and the Keys were carved on the other shoulder.
The legend papa aler vj was carved on the hoop. This ring, as
thou knowst, o Prospero, is the most precious thing in my
proper treasury at the time of writing: for which cause I am
able to describe it, although at the time of which I write I was
not able to see more than its tremendous magnitude and its
While he was disentangling this ponderous jewel, Cesare was
cursing in the urbane and simple manner of a real Roman of
"That a Worship of my Respectability should be compelled to
carry so vulgar an ingot, a sordid lump only intended for
couriers to wave at post-houses in passing by, a blasted gyve
which even a blind postmaster could not fail to see!"
With which words he presented the said ring to the Cardinal
Ippolito kneeled, applying his ear to it with surprise and
"Credentials on the part of our Most Holy Father."
Ippolito maliciously inquired:
Cesare jumped up; and put himself to stride about the room.
At first he shouted: but anon his voice sank into the tone of
self-communion; and finally, resuming his seat, he returned to
an ordinary mode of speech. He said:
"Father? Yes, father. Pater patrum. Thine as well as Ours. Oh
We catch the sneer of thy meaning, o Cardinal of Ferrara. But
We mean Father after the spirit. Whether after the flesh also,
who knoweth? Not We, for one. He is generous to Us: but He is
not fatherlike to Us. Nor do We Ourself believe--no, We do not
believe. There be secret mysteries, incongruities. Yet We dare
not ask her. But she was the other's before she was His. And the
time of Our birth coincideth. Did We ever tell thee, o Cardinal
of Ferrara, of the woman who screamed at Us out of the crowd at
Naples when We took Gioffredo to his marriage? See the
Dellarovere, she cried, wagging a stark finger at Us. But enough.
Thou takest cognizance of this Our credentials?"
Remember, o Prospero, that thy father heard those pregnant
words, while his eyes saw that splendid creature laying bare his
mind. So thou shalt know truly who was the actual father of
Cesare whom men called Borgia.
He put the great ring on his right middle finger.
Ippolito again offered his ear to be touched by the ring; and
"We recognize; and We are ready to obey."
Cesare began to deliver his message, saying:
"Then listen: for time is short. Thou knowest nothing of
affairs. Well, We will treat thee honestly. Always We save
Ourself pains so. First, thou shalt know that the Christian
King, on pretence of a crusade against the Grand Turk, obtained
leave from our Lord the Paparch to march his troops through
Italy. On the way, he conceived a claim to the crowns of Aragon,
Naples, Both Sicilies, and Hierusalem. At Fiorenza, he intrigued
with the maniac Fra Girolamo, whose proper place should
be Santo Spirito. When anon the said Christian King
reached the City, finding himself with an army at his back, he
dared to require our said Lord the Paparch to confirm his
claim, knowing that (without such recognition) he can wear no
crown. But Alexander, magnificent, invincible, having no
particular grievance against King Don Alonzo of Naples and the
rest, who already is in possession, refused to depose that
sovereign in favour of the Christian King. Wherefore that Keltic
monkey, in revenge, conspired with the traitor Cardinal-bishop
Giuliano Dellarovere, and with his friends the traitor barons
Colonna, Orsini, Savelli, Sanseverini, Cajetani; and he even hath
won the Cardinal-vice-chancellor Sforza-Visconti with Cardinal-
presbyter Sanseverini and Cardinal-*. Lunati. Then he appealed
to the arbitrement of war. What cared the invincible Alexander?
Having laid hands on those iij treacherous purpled persons, He
nipped them in the dungeons of the castle. Taking the Sult*n
Jam along with Him, He Himself also retired into the
castle, snapping a thumb and finger at the Christian King."
Ippolito interrupted, demanding the reason for the
sequestration of the said Sult*n Jam.
To whom Cesare responded, saying:
"The Sult*n Jam is of inestimable value to our Lord the
Paparch, by cause that he is the brother and rival of the Grand
Turk. The said potentate, by name the Sult*n Bajazet,
preferreth not to be dethroned by the Sult*n Jam. Wherefore he
agreed to pay xlm ducats yearly to the Supreme Pontiff, so long
as that He shall keep the said brother and rival from
Byzantion. Lately no ducats have been paid; and the Grand Turk
now demandeth the person of the Sult*n Jam. But the Sanctity
of the Paparch knoweth ij things. First, that the Sult*n Bajazet
hath a mind to kill and slay his brother; and the magnificent
Alexander will not become a proximate occasion of fratricide.
Secondly, that so long as that Christian hands retain the
Sult*n Jam, so long will the Muslim Infidel refrain from
advancing nefariously on Hungary and Vienna, lest Christendom,
postponing private quarrels, should combine to set up the
Sult*n Jam in his despite, having obtained warranties of good
behaviour. Wherefore, although the said Sult*n Jam actually is
our pensioner, our Lord the Paparch generously permitteth him
to keep his own court here with Him in the security of the
Castle of Santangelo."
"Good, good! Either the Paparch's Blessedness or Thy
Worship's Respectability, We know not which, is as expert and as
artificial with the wits of the head as We are with the sinews
of Our body."
Cesare continued, saying:
"These things having been understood, thou art to know that
the Christian King made a show of siege, sitting down before the
Castle of Santangelo with a gaggle of the common queans of the
City and the stinking strumpets of the stews. But, after this
diversion, he seeth that the paparchal fortress is too hard a
nut to crack. As the Sieur de Commines confessed to Us, he hath
become aware that the deposition of our Lord the Paparch is
beyond his power. As Messer Demosthenes saith, The mouse hath
found out that he is eating pitch. And so the said
Christian King will be wholly glad to go away, if he can save
his face. Our Lord the Paparch, on the other hand, doth not
enjoy sitting in the castle like a cat in a cherry-bay-tree, even
though that dog of a Kelt can do no more than yelp at him. But
the Christian King is totally ignorant of this. He knoweth no
more than that he hath failed to capture Santangelo, and that
the invincible Alexander most mercifully doth deign to give
him these terms. First, the Christian King may raise the siege,
departing in peace from the inviolable City and from Peter's
Patrimony: whither, our Lord the Paparch saith not--Gaul,
Crusade, Naples, His Sanctity specifieth not whither: but the
Christian King must go. His attempted intimidation of the
Roman Paparch was very blamable: but he will be permitted to
retire unmolested. Secondly, our Lord the Paparch maketh no
engagement concerning the crowns of Naples and the rest: but
the Christian King must go. Thirdly, our Lord the Paparch
deigneth to give hostages for vj months to the said Christian
King, sop to uncurbable conceit. Whom will He give, dost thou
ask, as hostages in such a grave case? First, He hath given
Sult*n Jam; and the second's Ourself."
WE iij, o Prospero, fetched our breath faster; and our eyes
dilated, but, speaking no word, we listened.
Cesare continued, saying:
"Now these terms are not what the Keltic monkey wanted: but
they are the best which he can get. Being a fool, never constant
to a single idea, he hath determined to hasten southward, and to
conquer Naples on his own initiative: having persuaded himself
that, if he could return some day with the crowns of Naples and
the rest in his hand, the Father of princes and kings would not
refuse to put them on his head. So the treaty hath been signed.
And, touching the matter of Sult*n Jam, Our fellow-hostage,
thou shalt suppose that, since the Grand Turk hath ceased to
pay, he is but a burthen on our Lord the Paparch. Also thou
shalt suppose that it mattereth not a jot in whose ward he is,
so long as that warden be Christian. Wherefore the magnificent
Alexander most sagaciously will shift him on to the shoulders
of the Christian King, whence he can be reclaimed at any time
by a threat of the Dirae. So much for Sult*n Jam."
The speaker thrust out the protruded middle finger of his
ringed right hand; and continued, saying:
"But We also are an hostage; and, after the mass of dawn, We
ride in the train of the Christian King."
My bowels began to beat like armourers' hammers. My lips
retired, and left my teeth bare. I drew breath through the last,
softly whistling: but as yet I knew not the true cause of mine
emotions. The words which I had heard were terrible. Very great
affairs were afoot: yet it did not seem that they concerned me.
I was only an unnoted prince, profoundly but inexplicably
agitated, with my back against an ivory door.
Gioffredo left the cardinals on the cushions, with a snort of
incredulity, or despair, or disgust; and came and threw his arm
around my neck, nestling against me.
But the Cardinal of Valencia continued, saying:
"Long speeches are better than short ones. They give
understanding, without which no action of great import can be
accomplished. Dost thou admit the validity of my credentials, o
Cardinal of Ferrara?"
Ippolito again offered his ear to be touched by the gigantic
ring; and, standing, he asseverated:
"We are the son and servant of our Lord the Paparch, and of
The Most Respectable Worship of thee speaking to Us in His
name. In the words of Plato, immortal, beaming on all things,
All Our money is at thy service."
But now Cesare seemed to fall into a muse, yawning, playing
with our impatience as the tawny tiger at our castle of Deira
used to play with goats and deer.
Gioffredo left me; and went nearer, lying on the black
carpet, supporting his chin on his hands, widely stretching his
Ippolito sat intent, erect, on the black cushions.
I stood transfixed, staring at that queer fateful Cardinal of
Valencia, who could afford to play when iiij hours would see
him an hostage and a prisoner in an enemy's camp. Very strange
it is to say, but I will tell thee, o Prospero, that, though
there were iiij able-bodied lusty adolescents at that moment in
that secret chamber, nevertheless the minds of iij of them
were in complete abeyance; and only the mind of the fourth
predominated. Wherefore we iij had naught to do but to listen
to the mind of the Cardinal of Valencia, who at length resumed
his discourse, saying:
"This ring is one of a score, which have been journeying
round Christendom, on the hands of paparchal ablegates, to the
Elect-Emperor Maximilian Always August, to the Catholic
King and Queen Don Hernando and Do*a Isabella, to the
Sacred King Henry of the Anglicans, to the Majesties and
Tranquillities and Valvasours and Supernities and Celsitudes and
Magnificencies and Sublimities and Highnesses and Mightinesses
and Splendours and Potencies of the Empire and Portugal and
Poland and Hungary and Naples and Milan and Ferrara and
Sabaudia and Genoa and Venice and Fiorenza and Mantua and
Parma and Padua and Piacenza."
I am unable to tell thee, o Prospero, why I refrained from
roaring. But I perceived that this most feline cardinal would
tell his tale in his own way and in none other. It pleased him
to dally with us, watching the surging of our emotions. But
anon, being satisfied, he struck with the swift talons of his
"Our Lord the Paparch is by no means at the end of His
resources; and let no man think the contrary. Once let
Him deliver Himself from the Christian King, once let Him rid
Peter's Patrimony of that pestiferous monkey, and the Holy
Roman Empire, Spain, the Italian kingdoms and duchies and
republics, Christendom, will league with Alexander against Gaul.
In which galley We Ourself are to hold the rudder. To get the
Christian King away from the City, the Sult*n Jam was conducted
to his camp an hour ago. When We leave this palace, We also
will join the Keltic army, exposing Our life to the chances of
Gioffredo burst in with an oath and an offer.
Cesare silenced him; and continued, saying:
"No, Gioffredo: We will go alone. But now, o Cardinal of
Ferrara, lend Us both thine ears. After the dawn-mass, We ride
from the City, southward by the Appian Way toward the kingdom
of Naples. So Our spies have brought news. Three hours later, We
reach Velletri, beyond the frontier: where the Christian King
intendeth himself to dine and sleep."
Ippolito rose, mightily towering, torvidly storming, saying:
"Hear Us now. The Most Respectable Worship of thee is the
most valuable of all the Paparch's lieges. The loss of thee will
be like the chopping off of Alexander's right hand. Wherefore,
if it be really and truly necessary for thee to leave the City as
thou sayst, let thy going be but a feint. We have here ccc armed
barbarians to serve thee, and the trained forces of Ferrara at
call. We Ourself are as strong as any man; and, with a mace, a
mace of tempered steel, and Our Arabian stallion between these
thighs, We, even We, will be at Velletri for Thy Worship's
Gioffredo jumped up; and chattered, saying:
"Let Us go in thy stead, o Valencia. Are We not Alexander's
son? Do We not command a troop? Is not Our wife a princess of
Aragon of Naples? If there be question of ransom, are We not
worth as much as thou?"
But I still maintained phrenetic silence, keen, alert,
strenuously desiring to do something, not knowing what to do.
Cesare waved his hand in a furry manner, saying:
"We will not have valorously violent rescues. None in the
City may be known as conniving at Our escape: that would insure
the Christian King's return. This is an affair for the head, not
for massive limbs. A cunning sage is here more precious than a
palatine, o heraklean Ippolito. And as for thee, Gioffredo, know
that there is no time in which to change Our plans. The action
already is begun. The obligation is made; and cannot be evaded.
But it maybe annulled. If it is to be annulled, that must be
done in such a way that the Christian King will not be able to
prove complicity on the part of any Roman. Our Lord the
Paparch must not be found out participating in conspiracy. We,
His servants, must combine the columbine manner of doves with
the serpentine actions of snakes. Wherefore, what is to be done
must be done by others, beyond Roman territory, and (to all
seeming) quite spontaneously."
It was clear that we were expected only to listen, not to
advise. We were not a council: but merely pupils, in the
presence of a master, who was unfolding schemes already cut and
dried. We composed our bodies; and our minds attended. Cesare
"That blear-eyed ape of Gaul must be pinned in the kingdom
of Naples as vermin is pinned in a trap. His teeth and talons
must be drawn there. His army never again must return to Gaul.
It must be annihilated in Italy. Wherefore, to lead the said
Christian King into this trap, We Ourself will be the bait. We
will go with him beyond the Roman frontier. At Velletri, We
will halt with him, during the heat of the day. And, from
Velletri, We will escape; and return to the City, promptly
assuming direction of the league against Gaul."
"We admire the plan, but know not how an escape can be
effected under such conditions."
To whom Cesare responded, saying:
"Know that the Borgia of Velletri, though little
insignificant people, are of the same origin as the Roman
Borgia: but they have been established in Italy many gliding
lustrums longer. Know also that the Regent of Velletri hath a
son, by name Pietro Gregorio Borgia, an adolescent of parts,
very anxious for a career, very friendly to Ourself, and of equal
age with and similar appearance to Us. A messenger instantly
must be sent to the said Pietrogorio: who knoweth that he can
make his own fortune by caring for Ours. Wherefore, o Cardinal
of Ferrara, seeing that the fame of thy collection of barbaric
athletes hath come to the ears of our Lord the Paparch, thou
art commanded, by thine obedience to the bearer of this ring
thou art commanded, to produce a swift runner here and now."
I think that Ippolito was dazzled, at the moment, by so
distinct a recognition of his exquisite connoisseurship of
physique: for he sat there smiling and blinking his eyes while
one might say a paternoster.
Cesare closely regarded him, until his countenance resumed
its normal gravity, shewing that the intellect within was
operating; and then he turned away, drawing Gioffredo on to his
knees, feeding him with comfits from the table.
But Ippolito approached me where I stood rigid by the door;
and would have consulted me, naming his runners one by one,
Liparo, Hygropyrrho, Bueselvatico, Fantedifiume, Teres, Lo
Skytho, Lo Skoto, the sleek one, the supple redhead, the wild
bull, the servant of the sea, the smooth-fleshed one, the
Skythian, the Skot, demanding my judgment of each.
But I could not think of anything saving the great good
fortune of Pietrogorio, my stars being malignant. I envied and
hated him as much as possible; and I wished to occupy his
place. There came before mine eyes a phantasm of my maid, as
she stood before me at Vatican, with her dear brows so finely
lifted and her sweet lips so rapturously trembling, pitying me
and urging me. Yet, here I was, stone-still, unable to move, for
I knew neither whither nor how.
Ippolito looked at me with inquiry. I vacantly returned his
gaze. And anon, having led me aside, he opened the door.
The wedge of Numidians, basaltine, gigantic, turned to face
him, making a path for him. A vermilion page advanced,
impertinently bending to the ground. That one had the form of
a young Hyakinthos, and the face of a beautiful white fiend
framed in a web of buttercup-coloured hair. Ippolito commanded
him to summon the chief chamberlain.
The page's parthenean voice shrilled through the outer
The chief chamberlain trotted toward us, bustling and
genuflecting. To whom Ippolito delivered a mandate, saying:
"Lo Skoto, in secret."
The chief chamberlain fled. In flying, he swept before him
all the pages and gentlemen until the door of the private
stairs was passed, driving them out of sight and hearing,
leaving only those mute eunuchs of the Numidian guard. Anon, he
returned accompanied by a half-savage runner, a lanky, stone-
deaf youth of the age of xviiij years bought out of the horrible
and ultimate Britains. This animal was pushed into the secret
chamber; and the door again was shut.
I shall describe this singular barbarian, o Prospero, who was
of astonishing leanness, stepping like a prancing horse, and
very archaic as to his aspect. He was clad in an oblong cloth,
chequered in brown and green and yellow. The lower quarter of
the said cloth was belted in folds round his waist. The upper
three-quarters were folded together lengthways, and passed
upward, behind his back, over his left shoulder and breast; and
the end was tucked into the front of the right side of his
belt. A goat-skin pouch depended from the fore-
part of the said belt. All the rest of him was uncovered. His
arms were very long and very thin. His breast was enormous. His
long legs also were very lean, but round and sinewy. His feet
were horny. His heavy head was pear-shaped: the brow, white:
the cheeks and nose and pointed jaw, thickly freckled: the hair,
a nasty light mud-coloured brown knot on the crown; and the
steel-coloured eyes awkwardly wavered behind small slits,
unlashed, sly. His stench was abominable.
The Cardinal of Valencia sniffed at the perfumed amber ball
which was chained to his left wrist; and, having examined Lo
Skoto's points in the way which one useth for horses, he
appeared to be satisfied. So he came to us sitting on the
cushions; and demanded of Ippolito that a mage should be
summoned, who could cause the runner to sleep instantly and
heavily during a half-hour without impeding his speed
Ippolito went into the antechamber, commanding the service
of Messer Nerone Diotisalvi, the mage who tolerated natural
death by strangling after the conclave which elected the
Piccolhuomini. But, to occupy the time which preceded
the arrival of this one, Cesare took writing materials; and
wrote this letter:
"To Our well-beloved Don Pietro Gregorio Borgia of Velletri.
"These with speed, speed, speed.
"Our Lord the Paparch suddenly sendeth Us as hostage with
the Christian King, leaving Us no opportunity of attending to
Our proper affairs. Wherefore thou art to know that the bearer
of these letters is an unruly slave, who (if We remained here)
should tolerate not more than one hour of Our private pillory,
distended as to arms and legs, not stringently enough to harm,
but stringently enough, with divers apt and commodious actions
on the flesh of his bare back. For which cause, o well-beloved
Pietrogorio, by the affection which thou dost nourish for Us,
thy trusty kinsman, We lay it upon thee to treat our said slave
conveniently as aforesaid, with all other order known to thy
piety, that he may have amended his said naughty ways before
Our return. And so earn Our gratitude.
"C. CARal De VALENCIA."
When we were permitted to peruse the screed, Gioffredo
denounced it as nonsense. Ippolito uttered the opinion that it
meant what it did not say. But I, being perplexed and angry,
gave favour to my tongue.
Cesare, having guffawed at our stolidity, said:
"Be it known unto these princes that Our use is to keep, in
every city, at least one adolescent on whom We may depend in
need. Such an one in Velletri is Pietrogorio, prepared for any
emergency, prompt to serve; and he will know what ought to be
done. Furthermore, if the Kelts, or Colonna, or Orsini, or
Savelli, or Dellarovere, or Cajetani, or any other bandits, shall
catch the runner of such a message as this, having read it, will
they not rather most hilariously hasten him on to his
We iij laughed, conceding the point.
Messer Nerone presently entered, indulging himself in a
phrenetic spasm of obeisances, chirruping like a slow tomtit.
He was antique, humpty-backed. He spoke always in monotone,
using a high shrill scream with most exasperating deliberation.
At whom Ippolito rushed, explaining what was to be done. We
others stuffed our kerchieves in our nostrils, standing laughing
near Lo Skoto, anxious to see the doing.
But the physician forthwith crossed the room to the table
where the wine was and the water, prattling of the virtues of
belladonna and stramonium. There, standing with his back to Lo
Skoto and having taken ij little silver pots from his burse, he
put a pinch from each into a cup of wine. This cup he put on a
salver with another similar cup which he filled with pure
water; and so he brought them both to the runner.
As this was being done, the ij cardinals and Gioffredo held a
parley on the cushions: but I moved toward the window, whence I
watched all, unseen, breathing cleaner air.
Messer Nerone offered the water to the runner. Lo Skoto
reluctantly sipped it, longingly leering at the wine. The mage,
having pretended to assure himself that no one was observing,
simulated a sudden access of liberality; and offered the wine
instead. It was done most admirably, with absolute art.
Lo Skoto gulched down the infected potion, stroking himself,
The mage replaced the salver with the cups on the ivory
table. The Cardinal of Valencia took the ij little silver pots
from him, and pouched them: giving him the jewel with its
slight chains from the back of his own hand, and putting him
outside the ivory door in the antechamber among the Numidians
with a word of dismissal.
As he went, I touched his hump for luck; for it seemed that I
needed all the aids which fortune had in store, my stars being
most malignant. We heard the shrill whining of his voice dying
away as he was escorted beyond the antechambers.
The door having been shut, we continued to entertain
ourselves, paying no attention to the drugged runner, except
with the corners of our eyes.
But I was staring at the innumerable lights of the waxen
torches, reflected in endless vistas in the polished ivory of
the circular walls and the dome of the roof, until mine eyes
were dazzled by the sheen. And I chafed: being in that agony of
bewilderment when the whole world seems to whirl round, near,
very near, but just out of reach. For nothing is more
exasperating than to find oneself still and alone, when
everything else is in myriads violently moving, eluding one's
Anon, the runner suddenly started as though a phantom had
touched him unawares. He, cast suspicious glances round him:
but we iiij were in the middle of the chamber, while he was
alone by the door. We stood up, openly looking at him as though
we were astounded at his audacity: for, in starting, he had
knocked down the double-cross, golden, which leaned against the
pedestal of the ivory faun near him, nor did he attempt to
replace it. Indeed, his. eyes began to glare like those of one
who unadvisedly had looked upon a cluster of hobgoblins. His
knees also began to bend like those of one pressed downward by
an incubus, gently, irresistibly. Anon he became prone on the
Having approached him, Cesare opened one of his eyes with
thumb and index-finger. Naught but white was seen. Having
pinched together iij barleycorns' length of the freckled flesh
of the neck, the said cardinal transfixed the same with a
needle-point from Ippolito's hand-case. But the sleeper soundly
Cesare returned to the black cushions and seated himself by
side of Ippolito, saying:
"Let Us have the skin of this barbarian's back."
Gioffredo assisted me. We left the runner in possession of
nothing but himself. He was very heavy and inert; and we pulled
him about rather roughly. Anon, having dragged him to the feet
of the cardinals, we laid him out on the black carpet, limp as a
freshly-made cadaver, a lean long form, huge of loin, the breast
deeply arched, puny and narrow of shoulder and arm. The tan of
the sinuous legs faded at the middle of the thighs: thence, to
the ribs on the right side and to the shoulder on the left side,
there was dazzling whiteness. Having inspected him, we turned
him downward; and left him, eagerly fixing our gaze on the
Cardinal of Valencia.
That purpled person produced from his burse a tiny crystal
vial containing a flesh-coloured liquid, viscous and opaque as
cream, with a little brush of very fine hogs' bristles. Having
unstopped the vial, he gave it into Ippolito's ready hand; and
dipped the brush. We became conscious of a certain f*tor,
"Know that ye are savouring a solution in spirit of the juice
of an Indian fig, which We took from Messer Leone
Abrabanel of Naples. Know also that We habitually bereave
mages of their drugs when We have seen the method of using and
the effect of the same: for a prince very often hath need of
Mark well, o Prospero, those words of wisdom.
Thus he spoke: but we signified assent with our eyebrows very
intently watching his actions. He began to write with the brush
upon the runner's back.
But a terrific catastrophe instantly happened.
For, at the first touch of the said brush on the top of the
left shoulder-blade, the malignance of his stars caused the
sleeper to think fit to move his head, and to attempt to rise.
Immense confusion instantly invaded the secret chamber.
Cesare sprang up, vociferating maledictions. Ippolito stopped
the vial; and pouched it, preparing himself to rebut accusations
of treachery. Gioffredo danced up and down like a cat who
inopportunely hath stepped on an oven.
Lo Skoto with a bound was on his feet, phrenetic with fear,
capering hither and thither, babbling in an unknown savage
jargon. Upon whom I launched myself like a flash of white
But, before I could touch and crush his flesh with mine,
Cesare whipped a raging poignard into him, and out: a clever
Roman thrust upward through the heart from the stomach. The
runner wriggled and choked, spouting red blood; and fell. He
kicked the carpet iiij times very quickly; and writhed; and died
straight. I never have seen so short an agony.
The Cardinal of Valencia at once recovered his equanimity;
and dried his poignard in the knot of dead hair, saying to
"Pardon, o Cardinal of Ferrara, on account of this puddle on
thy carpet. It is not caused by malice but by necessity. But
now, before we consider new plans, let us be rid of this carrion,
Ippolito continued to gaze at the carcase.
But, by favour of some benignant star, my wits seemed to be
coming back to me. I began to know, one by one in order, the
things which I ought to do.
Wherefore, I beckoned to Gioffredo to take the ankles: but I
myself took the hollow armpits; and terribly the head waggled
between. In this manner we flung the dead slave from the
balcony: but, after we had heard the splash of his fall in Tiber,
we returned, expecting new events.
Still was the gaze of Ippolito fixed on the mess on the
carpet. Cesare walked like a tiger to and fro in a fume. Now my
vision was clear; my stars being very benignant: nor did
perplexity blind me any more to my chance.
HAVING collected the vesture of the runner, I placed myself in
the way of the Cardinal of Valencia, whom I addressed, saying:
"Tiber beareth that dead barbarian to the sea; and I, o Lord
Cardinal, will be Thy Most Respectable Worship's angel."
With which words I flung down my nightgown of ermine.
Cesare instantly stopped, inquiring whether I could run. To
whom my mouth gave no response: for my form and membrature
testified the thing. His glances impinged upon me, bringing the
hot blood from mine heart; and looking down, I saw my breast
reddening as though stricken with the flat of the hand.
Ippolito suddenly interrupted, saying:
"Can he run indeed? But he can run, an he will, with the
superhuman swiftness and endurance of Wing-footed Hermes, or
of Asahel who ran like a wild roe in the Sacred Scriptures."
Thus was Cesare satisfied. He said:
"Be then Our angel, o white prince; and run for Us and for
In this manner I became the first of the iiij adolescents
At my commandment, pages brought certain matters from the
wardrobe, depositing them at my feet: and, retiring, left us
alone to make preparations for the running.
I belted the runner's cloth on my loins, letting the larger
portion hang down behind, so that my back was bare. Ippolito
very carefully folded ij squares of tanned buckskin round my
feet; and firmly bandaged them with thongs of the same. Thus
garbed, I turned my face to the ivory door, exposing the flesh
of my back as the Cardinal of Valencia willed.
Thereon he began to write cyphers with the brush. The
viscous liquid, which he used, seemed somewhat to sting and
bite me: but I clenched my teeth and fists, and remained
immovable; and anon the little pangs evanesced. He covered my
back with writing from shoulder to shoulder and below to my
middle, vij lines in all. While he was writing, he explained the
"These characters, which now are wet and glossy, will become
invisible when they are dried, being of the same colour as the
substance on which We write. Such is the nature of this magic,
that neither sweat nor water will affect it. Ye have seen the
letters, which We wrote in ink upon the paper, to be naught but
a mere blind. The prince will carry those letters in the
goatskin pouch; and anyone may read them. But he beareth the
real message on his proper body; and no Roman ever hath seen
that message: for ye see that each letter evanisheth as We
write it. Nor hath this angel himself seen it: for no adolescent
can see his own back. But Pietrogorio alone will see it: for he
will rub this fine white flesh with soot which, adhering to the
cyphers, will render them visible when the back which beareth
them shall have been cleansed with washing."
Thus he spoke: but I was thinking of my reward, though a
reward was not named: for I knew that great rewards would be
due for such a service; and furthermore the cardinal had said
that I was about to run for myself as well as for him. Moreover
I knew from his way of handling me, very gentle, very urbane,
what all the world knoweth now, videlicet, that, from the
moment when he first saw how my stars had made me, the
splendid Cardinal of Valencia loved and honoured me.
And, when the matter was completed, I demanded a poignard
for mine equipment, lest the said Pietrogorio, or any other
person instigated by the devil, being strange to me, should try
to fulfil the mandate of the letters which I carried in the
goatskin pouch: for it was not meet that a prince of my
quality, nameless, nearly naked, and without credentials as I
was, should submit to pillory and stripes. And so, having folded
the upper part of the cloth together lengthways, I passed it
under my right arm and across my breast and over my left
shoulder, fixing the end in the belt, so that the wind of my
swift movement should not cause it to impede me. And, having
composed mine hair as tightly as possible in my nightcap, I at
length was ready to run.
Sumpter-mules, which bore the cardinal's valises, were
waiting in the first court. Gioffredo donned one of my riding-
habits of white doeskin, while a litter was being prepared for
me. Covered with a cloak, I was placed therein. Two decurions
attended us, chosen for secrecy and fidelity. We crossed Tiber
by the Island, riding very quietly by Saints Nereys and
Achilleys to the Gate of Saint Sebastian.
During the journey in the silent litter, I was able to
recollect myself. It was more than ever plain to me that I was
the chief prince in this adventure. Wherefore I did not hesitate
at taking the government into mine own hands, even to the
issuing of commandments to the cardinals and to the Prince of
On mine emergence, bare-limbed, lighthearted, I assured
Cesare that his errand was as good as done; and dismissed him
with Ippolito to the Keltic camp. They swore: but they smiled
at me; and they went.
But I bade Gioffredo to return to the Estense Palace, there
to rest in my bed, in order that he might be able to render the
assistance which I would need in the morning after my running.
For I was intending myself to return, a-horseback if possible,
by the upper road, that I might not encounter the Kelts
swarming along the lower. Wherefore I bade him to bring his
troop and my litter to the Lateran Gate at the first hour of
the day, there to attend about a league outside the gate
until my coming.
He agreed; and, embracing me, gave me good luck in my going.
Nothing delayed me longer, and I took to the road.
THE night was very dark and cold. A little horned moon gave as
much light as let me see the riband of road stretched out
before me, and no more. The lines of ruined tombs on both
sides were only shapeless blacknesses silhouetted on blacker
blackness. I cared nothing then for the pleasures of sight.
The cool fresh breath of Lady Night greeted my nostrils, and
caressed my flesh as I ran.
The hum of the City very soon was left behind. I heard naught
save the sighs of the sleeping earth and the quick delicate
patter of my well-shod footsteps.
The aromatic flavour of herbs growing by the roadside was on
my lips: from time to time my protruded tongue tasted the
All my body tingled with the pleasure of swift movement.
I thought of nothing at all: letting my forces collect and
develop only in pressing onward with long light striding. I knew
that the triumph of our Lord the Paparch depended on me, that
I was alone and unprotected: but I felt myself to be so
terribly strong that I could have shouted for very gladness. I
saved my breath; and continued running. More than this I cannot
tell thee of my running, o mine own mercurial Prospero: for I
myself know nothing more.
I went with extreme caution by Cajetani's Tower: but
the darkness of midnight and the malignance of that baron's
stars favoured me, so that the watch did not perceive my
passing. That was the only real piece of danger in mine
enterprize. Having escaped it, I stretched myself to the fulness
of my speed.
Anon the straight white way lost itself beneath a carpet of
grass. I guided my course between the gaunt ruins of the
tombs on each hand. I could not pass Solfatara without
refreshing myself; and, having denuded my body reeking with
sweat, I plunged into the pool again and again until all my
flesh was benumbed. I will tell thee, o Prospero, that thy
father at that moment was in a mood for violent feats. My
strength was multiplied a thousand times by the cold water:
but the heart in my breast rejoiced greatly, because I knew that
I was in a way to break my fetters. Wherefore I set out again at
augmented speed, desiring to accomplish mine errand, but also
to leave behind me the disgusting stench of the pool.
Hereafter, in my running, I thought of my maid in the City,
who knew not what great deeds her loving lover was doing in
order that he might win her. But these thoughts went near to
impede my progress: for which cause I postponed them until a
more opportune occasion.
The night became more obscure; and I ran for a very long
time keeping my mind in abeyance, concentrating all my
physical force on my running.
Anon the moon set; and there was no light but dim starlight.
It behoved me to go very cautelously: for, at Albano was
Savelli, fortified, rebellious. Wherefore, having prayed to my
proper divinities as well as to those who were the protectors
of my maid, beseeching them that they would bring me to the
herborough where I would be, I ascended the hill, passing that
city on the right; and made my way by the lake into Aricia.
I was running by faith and not by sight. The road was much
more difficult by cause of the many ups and downs. But I did
not slacken speed: for I knew that my stars were as benignant
Cinthyanum was still asleep as I fled through its
street, silent, vacant. In all my journey indeed I encountered
no one of human origin, clearly shewing that the gods approved
my course. I might have rested safely anywhere in the dark. But
I would not: for I feared lest my limbs should stiffen; and
there was in my mind only the sole desire of fulfilling my
mission. Wherefore I continued to run faster and faster, knowing
how very grateful is rest after activity very strenuous, very
Anon the darkness of the night gave way to a certain timid
greyness, whereby I was enabled to follow the windings of the
road with less caution. But by cause that dawn was near, I put
forth all my vigour. I was conscious only that my legs were
swinging to and fro with no effort, lightly-flying, space-
devouring. I was happy, by cause of them, by cause that my flesh
glowed in the cold air, by cause that I was alive and doing.
Naught else gave me happiness, here, at the end of my
journey. So I entered Velletri, through the gate, with the dawn.
MY shouts for the palace of the Regent, and the fierceness of
my mien, brought me instantly to Pietrogorio.
Had I not known that the Cardinal of Valencia had remained
in the City, and that none had passed me on the road, I should
have suspected magic of the particular kind called bilocation,
by means of which the golden-thighed Pythagoras was seen and
heard to lecture, at the same day and hour, in the two widely
distant cities of Metapontion and Tayromenion: for the aspect
of this adolescent was precisely similar to that of the other
who had sent me. But my stars told me that they must be two
and not one: for which cause I did not hesitate to present the
written letters from the goatskin pouch.
Pietrogorio permitted himself to laugh while he was reading:
in which diversion I did not omit to join, although, fearing
lest he might stray unduly into error, I kept my poignard
handy. Anon I took the first opportunity of acquainting him
with the quality of mine estate; and he instantly withdrew me
from the court, where he had been about to exercise some
horses, conducting me to a secret apartment allotted to him by
the Regent, his father.
"If, as We believe, the truth is being told, it will be known
unto this prince what other matters must be done before the
whole message can come to Our knowledge."
To whom I instantly responded, saying:
"Let a shovelful of soot be brought, and several bucketfuls
of water for washing; and anon this noble will not be prevented
from completing the said message for himself."
The things having been brought into an empty part of the
stables, near by the boxes where the horses were, but separate
therefrom by a wooden wall, I divested myself of the long
cloth; and stood still, keeping my poignard in my hands, alert
to unsheathe it.
Pietrogorio understood; and he also knew that I understood.
So far we had gone step by step in turn; and now he was to
advance to the last stage.
Taking the soot in handfuls, he rubbed the flesh of my back
therewith. I felt it dropping, with odious softness, on my loins
and on the calves of my legs: for I was standing very stiffly.
Sometimes, looking over my shoulders, I saw that the shining
whiteness of me was becoming as dully black as a Moor: but,
having so degraded myself as to run across Campagna in a
barbaric slave's garb, I placed no demurrer against this last
abomination. But I promised myself many very long ablutions,
elaborate, exquisite, in the moment after my return to the
City. Indeed, I was not in a condition to place remonstrances of
any kind at that time: for, whether my message pleased him or
irked him, I was at Pietrogorio's mercy for present
accommodation and refreshment as well as for means of return.
So I submitted in silence.
Having blacked half of me thoroughly, making me a piebald
prince for the first and last time, he fetched a horse-block
near me; and, standing thereon, he poured iiij bucketfuls of
water over me.
It greatly refreshed me: but I grieved when I saw that the
water, in flowing over my back, carried away the superfluous
soot, trickling over every part of me save my breast and mine
arms which I held upward. The first bucketful ran off in inky
streams: the second and third were greyer and still greyer; and
the fourth was almost clear. But the flesh of me remained of a
terrible dirtiness; and I stood still, sodden, unclean, beginning
to shiver, very strenuously expecting an end.
Pietrogorio dismounted from the horseblock; and inspected
the visible cyphers on my back. Incontinent he uttered the
greatest shout which I ever have heard from the throat of one
adolescent. It was so full of surprize, of delight, of urgency,
that I turned upon him, eagerly inquiring.
But emotion transfixed him for the moment. The intense
expression of his countenance taught me that he was collecting
his energies for some tremendous effort, that he was in the
throes of labour with some huge idea.
Anon, his plan was born; and the tension was relaxed. Not
forgetful of good manners, even at such a moment, he thus
"Order shall be given for the comfort and the entertainment
due to Thy Most Illustrious Potency. But We Ourself beg to be
excused from attendance, seeing that We have in hand the vital
welfare of Our patron, on whose account We are willing to die:
for it seemeth to Us that another messenger must go to
Cinthyanum on the instant."
To whom I promptly responded, saying:
"Give Us the means of riding, and We Ourself will be that
messenger: for We desire nothing better than to emulate Thy
Nobility in serving the Cardinal of Valencia to the uttermost;
and it is clear that We shall serve Ourself at the same time,
seeing that Cinthyanum lieth on the high road to the City."
Thus I spoke, letting the fire of mine eyes add force to the
words; and Pietrogorio saw that the thing must be so. He
himself is, as thou knowest, o Prospero, more a man of deeds
than of words; and, thereafter, we spoke little but did much in
a few moments of time.
While I girded on the runner's garb again, he saddled an horse
for me, shouting meanwhile for his people to bring the juice of
a live goose pressed to death for me to drink, and to rub my
stiffening legs with mugwort in oil. Which was done.
Anon I leaped into the saddle; and he led me through the
gateway alone. There, he gave me the little gold ring with the
carbuncle (which thy mother, o Prospero, weareth on her neck-
chain), signing for the use of mine ear. Having bent to him, he
"Present this ring to the postmaster of Cinthyanum, as a
sign that all the horses in that city are bought up by the
Cardinal of Valencia."
Thus having spoken, he sent me flying away at a gallop,
mightily striking the stallion on the rump with his fist.
I HAD no more than a superficial knowledge of what was doing
now. But I was returning to the City; and that sufficed for my
satisfaction. Little vulgar boys gibed at my disgraceful aspect
as I rode through the streets. At another time I would have cut
out their tongues: but, then, I did not even stop to frown at
them. Little simpering girls, going to mass with the nuns of
their convent, pretended to shudder at the dirty, detestable, but
not unshapely legs so shamelessly exposed: but I did not even
kiss my fingers. Every moment now brought me nearer to my
proper maid. I thought of nothing else as I flew along the
road: but I grieved a little by cause that I had no spurs, and
the whip (which I had snatched up at parting) was but a slight
one. Moreover, I had left my poignard in the stable.
But, when I drummed with mine heels on my beast's barrel,
the sodden leather of my footgear emitted certain squelching
noises, amusing to the rider, terrific to the ridden: for he
augmented his speed in a very agreeable manner, not needing any
So I came to Cinthyanum; and, having done my business with
the postmaster, I pursued my course without drawing rein.
When I reached the summit of the hill by the ruins, I
saw (in the ravine before me) an approaching troop. Mine eyes
were so blinded by my sweat and the dust of my furious riding,
that (though I perceived the glint of the sun on loricate mail-
coats and on cross-bows) I could not see clearly whether these
were worn and borne by friends or foes.
But I knew that it was easier to ride through a squadron from
an high place, than for an ascending squadron to obstruct
precipitate attack. Wherefore I goaded mine horse to extra
speed with terrific shoutings as well as with the thuds of mine
heels; and it seemed that I was going very quickly.
But the beast, having run away four times for his own
pleasure and being now constrained to run for mine, was
becoming exhausted; and I myself was becoming sore and rather
feeble from the stress of my night's adventure: moreover, I was
famishing with hunger. For which causes we came down the steep
hill with less impetus than I had designed; and nothing would
have been done at the bottom in the way of smashing a passage
through the advancing troop.
The said troop, indeed, did not wait for the onslaught: but,
to my immense surprise, ranged itself by the sides of the road
laughing very loudly indeed.
But I, indignant at gratuitous contumely, erected myself on
my saddle, straight and filthy (for I had come down the hill
lying along the horse's back the better to avoid wounds during
the proposed swift passage); and I indignantly looked about for
one of mine own estate whom I might call to account. And,
while I was looking, my beast rocked and fell dead: but I made
shift to leap clear of him, in order to meet mine own torture
and death in a princely manner.
But I had fallen into no worse hands than those of the
chubby Gioffredo. That one instantly began to chatter: to whose
inquiries I would not respond, until he had dismounted one of
his own kataphractors in order to give me a new horse;
and then I insisted that we should hasten toward the City.
So we galloped together like Kastor and Polydeykes: but the
dismounted kataphractor rode a-pillion with one of his
comrades. And, as we went, I gave a little news of my deeds to
Gioffredo until my breath failed me. The remnant I kept for the
business of riding as quickly as possible; for I was very anxious
to make an end.
When I lapsed into silence, Gioffredo began to be garrulous.
What he said was not important. He had spent an hour of the
night with his wife at Traspontina. But it pleased me to hear
that impatience and a kind heart had constrained him to leave
long before the time, and had sent him so great a distance
along the road to mine assistance. And I eagerly desired to
reach the Lateran Gate: for there (so he said) the litter was
waiting, wherein I longed to seclude myself, by cause of the
sordid condition of my body, which shame forbade me to exhibit
in the City, and by cause that fatigue was affecting me very
Anon we reached the place; and, having been lifted on to the
soft cushions, the curtains were drawn about me. Instantly I
fell asleep: for which cause, o Prospero, I am unable to write
the history of my progress from the Lateran Gate to the
Estense Palace. But there I awoke, as the mules halted with a
jerk in the first court.
I peeped between the curtains; and I saw the double-cross and
the torches of the cardinal's estate disappearing up the steps
of the audience-chamber: from which portent I augured that it
would be useless to try to approach Ippolito until such time
when he should have finished the morn's business of dispensing
justice to his family.
But, that I might come at him as soon as possible, I advised
Gioffredo to dismiss the decurions, and himself to accompany
me as I was, mixing unnoted with the motley of clients,
parasites, flatterers, men-at-arms, chamberlains, pages,
chaplains, athletes, poets, painters, merchants, officials,
secretaries, servitors, women, who were thronging into the
So we did. But, though we were able to enter, we could not
penetrate to the front of the crowd, having come in behind all
the others. I myself was too drowsy and too stiff to care
whether I spoke then or at another time. My only idea was to
refrain from interrupting the natural order of events, and to
wait for an opportunity: for I saw that my stars had become
malignant. Wherefore I restrained Gioffredo from certain
violent demonstrations which he was preparing; and together we
found a corner quieter than the others.
Here, by the marble wall, we sat on the settle of marble, out
of the stink and confusion of the mob at the front.
IN order to prevent myself from falling again into slumber, I
carefully noted the white walls and the cornice of shields,
spade-shaped, richly blazoned, and the Byzantine tapestries
which depended therefrom. Nor did the grandeur of Ippolito on
his vermilion throne, listening to the chaplains who intoned
the Office of None, escape my notice. In the same manner I
assiduously attended when the day's business was begun. At first
it was uninteresting.
While the auditors whispered advice in the cardinal's ears,
and while the secretaries recorded events in huge tomes or
wrote at his dictation, I put myself to count the gilded coffers
of the oaken roof. This casting upward of mine eyes made me
more drowsy than ever: but I knew that, if once I permitted
myself to sleep, my sleep would be a stupor from which even an
earthquake would not awaken me. Wherefore I constrained myself
to note all that was going on: lest I should lose a chance of
declaring mine achievement. For it must be clear to thee, o
Prospero, that, when I ran as the Cardinal of Valencia's angel, I
ran as the Cardinal of Ferrara's familiar, to which last it
behoved me to render an account as soon as possible, as well
for relieving him from his obligation to the credentials sent
by our Lord the Paparch as for mine own deliverance, first,
from the filth of my body, secondly, from the rigour which was
paralyzing my limbs, thirdly, from the Great Ban which so
direly was afflicting me. For I did not doubt but that the last
would be the reward of my running.
To pass the time, I entertained myself with thoughts of my
maid, as soon as I had convinced Gioffredo of my determination
to remain silent. He, being more than a little fatigued, took a
nap, after cursing me for a sulky prince. I promised myself an
abundance of felicity in the contemplation of Hersilia, when
she should have heard of my viiij leagues' journey through the
lonely night: for it is very pleasant to be pitied and admired
by one's lover when one has striven strenuously and
successfully. I tried to be deaf to the hubbub in front of me,
while I indulged my mind as aforesaid: but it was merely
another insidious way to sleep. Wherefore, having rejected it, I
dismissed my proper affairs, and alertly attended to the
others. They were as follows.
The master of pages exhibited, to the cardinal, the monthly
sheaf of the boys' specimens of handwriting. Ippolito having
inspected the same, dictated to a secretary to be written neatly
on a bad one: "Gianlucido, write thus or better here and now."
The master of pages retired, to see it done: but Ippolito
signed some billets authorizing sundry expenditures for
household stuff. The notary executed them; and the datary
The steward brought a plebeian page, who had been caught in
the act of spitting idly into the rainwater tank of the
cardinal's bathing-chamber. The rascal was condemned to be
stripped in the courtyard, and to be spat upon by x of his
companions during half-an-hour. Order was issued for covering
the said tank with stout canvas.
The mistress of the women shrilly complained that one
Fulgencia, a laundry-maid, was refusing to be married by the
barber's son, to whom she had been betrothed one year.
Interrogated whether she could shew cause for so culpable a
defection, the said Fulgencia responded, saying: No. And sucked
her thumb. The mistress of the women was impowered to whip
her, in the presence of iij maids, every Friday at the ninth
hour of the day, until the marriage should have been
consummate. The said Fulgencia, having bellowed for instant
nuptials, was conveyed to the chapel with the said barber's.son,
iiij witnesses, and one chaplain, to be married forthwith.
The oil-merchant appealed against the steward, who was
intending to cause him to bear the loss of a consignment of his
merchandize which had been stolen, on the Ostian Way, by
brigands in the pay of the bandit Cardinal Giuliano Dellarovere
desirous of building a new cathedral. The said appeal was
The vegetable-merchant very brazenly came forward, producing
a similar appeal. But the steward confronted him with proofs of
his fraud. His appeal was rejected, and his privilege was
cancelled; and the steward had commandment to purchase
vegetables in future from the deceiver's rival.
The slave-merchant offered for sale ij young Indian acrobats,
saying that Cardinal Rafaele Riarj wished to have them. They
performed divers tricks of agility, which Ippolito applauded;
and he gave order that, on the physician certifying them to be
healthy and their bodies without blemish, the treasurer should
pay the price. They were extremely slim of figure; and their
flesh was as yellow as dew-kissed pumpkins gleaming in the
The chief equerry had order to water the horses daily in
Tiber, beyond the Portuensian Gate, seeing that the Keltic army
was gone away.
Order was issued for the burial of ij mercenaries, who had
been found murdered outside the barbacan at dawn, having gone
out at night without their mail-shirts. Order was issued for ij
masses to be intoned for their souls' repose.
Order was issued for iij masses to be intoned for the repose
of the soul of one without a name, who had died improvisedly
The absurd Messer Nerone Diotisalvi was required on pain of
the minor torments to apply himself more assiduously to his
studies in the magic arts. For it will be clear to thee, o
Prospero, that, had it not been for that mage's ignorance of his
proper craft, homicide would not have been necessary.
Permission was granted to the firelighter to become served
by ij extra boys, if the weather should continue to be cold.
The new goldsmith offered a crucifix for purchase. Ippolito,
having inspected the piece, gave order that the wretch should be
buffeted by all and singular, from the audience-chamber to the
gate of the barbacan, by cause that he contumeliously had used
carelessness in making the Image of the Divine Heros.
A strange poet, in a dark-green wig resembling sea-weeds,
declaimed a sonnet in praise of a bee's nipples; and he was
A very young painter, shy, rather rosy-faced, exhibited a
panel whereon he had depicted the Divine Herakles and the
gruesome Hydra. To whom the treasurer had order to pay xx gold
Ippolito complained that the tallow-scraper had neglected to
scrape tallow from iiij stairs, whereby the attire of a certain
chamberlain (whose name I have forgotten) had been rendered
indecorous, and the cardinalitial shins themselves liable to
divers incommodious abrasions. The said misdemeanant was
produced; and charged with his crime. He blubbered. Order was
issued that he should tolerate vij stripes in honour of the
Apostles. He yelled.
The master of the pages exhibited the amended specimen of
handwriting. Ippolito, having denominated it still very evil,
dictated to a secretary to be written very neatly thereupon:
"Gianlucido, write thus or better before to-morrow, or bid
farewell to thine hide."
The captain of the mercenaries accused a Turkish arbalister
of having murdered a baptized Dacian slinger treacherously, in a
brawl, at the sixth hour of the night: also, of having torn out
the said Dacian's heart, eating the same, hot, in contempt of
our most holy faith. Order was issued that the said Turk, having
been conveniently tormented, should tolerate natural death by
strangulation within the hour: that his carcase should hang in
the place of exposition till avemmaria, and then be thrown
into Tiber at a mile below the Portuensian Gate.
Two tormentors introduced the miscreant tallow-scraper
before the dais, loudly bawling. He was a sturdy Trasteverino of
about the age of xiij years, dark-coloured and big-eyed, and
tough and sinewy as a young wolf. Having placed him, they tied
his wrists behind him with the end of a coil of rope, deftly
tossing the other end over a beam in the roof, and pulling it
taut; and so they waited.
Ippolito was smelling to an orange infected with rose-attar:
for indeed the f*tor of the mob in the audience-chamber was
most putid. He threw the fruit to a favourite page; and I
augured from the expression on his physiognomy that he was
about to manifest abnormal sagacity. He pretended that he
understood not the business which was afoot; and demanded the
reason for these preparations.
The tallow-scraper ceased his clamour, concentrating his
gaze on the cardinal.
The first tormentor responded, saying:
"The Most Illustrious Purpled Person will choose to hear the
rogue's confession of his crime."
"We have heard."
The first tormentor volubly expostulated, saying:
"But not under The Question, o Most Illustrious: for none can
believe a creature who is neither clerk nor noble, unless he
(first) shall have been hauled upward by the drawn-back wrists
and (secondly) shall have been dropped suddenly to within a span
from the floor. It is the torture of hanging from dislocated
shoulders which alone insureth a true confession."
Thus having spoken, he instantly pulled the rope; and the boy
ascended high over the heads of all.
But that rascal, being very sinewy and very quick-witted, did
not wait for the dislocation of his shoulders. For, drawing up
his legs and clenching his teeth as he left the floor, he
instantly pressed his bound hands downward on his buttocks,
with admirable force, twisting round and round like an athlete.
Applause began to be heard. The boy's throat curved stiffly
backward; and his breasts and shoulders resembled tan-coloured
knots as he hung up there. He bended his legs further and
further back; and, by degrees, he contrived to grasp his own
ankles, relaxing the strain on his sinews, and hanging face-
downward in a delicate semicircle like a strung bow hanging by
But Ippolito went on speaking to the tormentor, saying very
"What thou hast said is purely silly. Our chamberlain's split
hosen, and the tallow on Our stairs, proclaim the crime. The
boy's office is to look that Our floors lack tallow. No
confession is needed, with The Question or without. Let him
come down. Give him his whipping. And let him go to the
treasurer for a rose-giulio as the reward of dexterity.
And then let him go to the master of the athletes, who hath
order to take him in charge. And let the comptroller provide
another tallow-scraper, who will do well not to waste Our
When the boy came down, the first tormentor disappointedly
untied his wrists; and, seizing them, hoisted him in the usual
manner: while the other, having turned his garment over his
head, scored xij criss-cross weals on his plunging hams with a
Anon being released, the freshly sprouted athlete stifled his
yells; and he instantly stood on his head with his arms and
legs spread as widely apart as possible.
Everybody burst out laughing.
There was commotion at the door of the audience-chamber.
Gioffredo woke up and would have been precipitate: for
chamberlains were announcing:
"The Exalted Tranquillity of the Tyrant Lucrezia Borgia-
Sforza of Pesaro."
Beating as quickly as possible then was the heart in my
bosom, instantly sensing the coming of its mate in my maid's.
ALL the women in the audience-chamber were plebeian, ugly,
stinking. But this most beautiful princess brought in the
odours of a garden of fragrant herbs; and, among the bevy
attending her, I saw my maid.
Her eyelashes were lowered: but, every now and then, she
flashed a glance on this side and on that, as though she were
seeking something. I knew what she was seeking.
But I shrank down in my corner, pulling the impetuous
Gioffredo with me: for I was not conscious that the opportune
moment had arrived, even now.
The crowd opened a pathway for the tyrant. A stool was set
for her under the canopy near Ippolito. Her maids-of-honour
stood behind her. All their hair was dyed yellow with oil of
honey in imitation of their mistress: but my maid's hair was
as black as a sapphire in a night without light.
The chamberlains emptied a great space in front of the dais,
pressing back the crowd.
But I and Gioffredo thrust ourselves through, not to the
front rank but to the second: for I did not wish to be seen, and
I did wish to hear.
The tyrant thus addressed the cardinal, saying:
"We are come, o lord cardinal, from visiting Our mother.
Madonna Giovannozza rejoiceth by cause that the Keltic
soldiers are departed: for she hath been in terror lest they
should rob the blossoms of her orchard, the which is her
heart's treasure; and the revenues of her late husband's bequest
suffice not for the pay of an armed guard. Wherefore, We are
sworn to ask Our Most Blessed Father for the immunity of her
inn against taxation and against the excise-duty on wines,
so that she may reap a little profit in these hard times."
She spoke rapidly, as her young brother did, but in a voice
which was very sweet and soft to hear. But it was clear to me
that she had other more important things to say by side of
this gossip. Ippolito also perceived it: for he sagaciously
nodded his head, smiling in silence.
The tyrant continued, saying:
"Thou goest at noon to dine with Our Most Blessed Father, o
Cardinal of Ferrara. His Blessedness is very lonely, very grave.
He taketh hardly the defect of the Vice-chancellor, whom He
hath loved much: for He cannot see that Sforza needs must
stand by Sforza in these horrid quarrels. As for those Keltic
invaders, He saith that the end is not yet: that, though they go
now, anon they will return: that there will be war, perhaps
during iij months, but not in the City: but that there first
will be happenings which will astound the Christian King."
Ippolito appended grave nods and impenetrable smiles.
Madonna Lucrezia again tried to approach the matter which
she had in mind, saying:
"After Lent, o lord cardinal, it is Our intention to dine
daily in the gardens of La Magliana to the sound of luths.
Madonna Giulia hath brought iiij luthists from Venice;
and one is an improvisatore. We therefore beg that thou wilt be
Our beadsman, giving Us the benefit of thine holy prayers for
fair weather after Eastertide."
Ippolito conceded a gesture of assent. What was the use of a
cardinal-deacon, excepting to pray for fair weather for fair
ladies who were minded to dine in gardens, his aspect seemed to
say. Having obtained so small a boon, the tyrant (womanlike)
instantly demanded a great one, saying:
"And now, o Cardinal of Ferrara, We desire to hear thy news."
To whom he responded, saying:
"Since yesterday, divers strange things have happened. One of
Our athletes, by race a Dacian, hath been murdered; and his
murderer even now is tolerating torment before strangulation."
Madonna Lucrezia interrupted, saying:
"The news which We desire are not of that nasty species."
"There are not any news of affairs known to Us, save those of
Our family and those which Thine Exalted Tranquillity hath
Madonna Lucrezia looked him up and down. She would try the
effect of a taunt; and continued, saying:
"Our Most Blessed Father sitteth in the Castle of Santangelo,
dumb, but smiling at His thoughts. Of what pleasant thing is He
thinking? There is not anyone in the City who will respond to
Our inquiries. The others, perchance, cannot: but thou canst and
wilt not, o Cardinal of Ferrara."
She was becoming indignant, but sorry. A dark woman never
ought to inflame herself with anger, by cause that the black or
the brown of her hair and the red of her rage are the colours of
our old enemy, the devil: but fury augmenteth the beauty of a
fair woman to the highest degree, for it brighteneth the clear
blue of her eyes, while the poppy-colour of her face is
exquisitely allied with the straw-colour of her hair. At such a
moment, she resembleth a joyful field ready for reaping; and
happy is the youth who is bold enough to reap.
Ippolito was a little confused; but he used himself serenely
enough, saying that (for his part) he was willing but unable.
The tyrant no longer restrained her spleen. She spoke, while
her fair cheeks flamed, scornfully saying:
"It is well known to Us that the Cardinal of Ferrara doth
profess himself to be the friend of the Cardinal of Valencia.
Our mind telleth Us also that the said Cesare is this day in
some dire peril, having gone away with that very abominable
Keltic king. Wherefore We should have thought that the Cardinal
of Ferrara, having so many vigorous familiars in his hand,
would be doing something for the safety of his friend. Or are
all these mighty and magnificent gentlemen merely for show
but not for use?"
And then, o Prospero, my darling little maid burst out
"At least one of the Lord Cardinal's gentlemen is useful and
willing as well as magnificent and mighty and very beautiful, o
Everybody shouted with laughter at such effrontery. Her
blushes burned her like a fire: but she maintained her
situation bravely in front of the other girls; and her eyes
glittered like stars, blue-black, brilliantly beaming. I almost
believed that she actually saw me: but I kept my face behind
the head of a fool, peeping between his hood and the twisted
liripipe of the same.
Madonna Lucrezia changed her posture, with the alacrity of
one who findeth that her seat is a nest of scorpions, demanding
"What doth a maid-of-honour know about a cardinal's
There was a noise at the door; and chamberlains entered
"The Exalted Potency of the Princess Sancia d'Aragon Borgia
I instantly cuddled Gioffredo's head as tightly as possible,
pressing one wrist into his very wide-open mouth; and, at the
same time, despite my fast failing strength, with the other
hand I seized him in a certain grip from which no one may move
an hair's breadth. Nor did I release him without a promise of
silence, asked in a whisper, granted by green eyes bulging and
glaring. Thus we ij stood staring at the form of his wife.
SHE came in with her own galaxy of maids-of-honour, all in
black habits, waving her hands and swaying her head
distractedly, querulously blaming everybody.
She was a fat girl, very long in the back, red-haired, white-
fleshed; and her eyes resembled those of a bereaved cow. A
large nurse stepped closely behind her, carrying a baby swaddled
on a board, terribly squealing. This, together with the
recriminations now proceeding at the throne, and the occasional
howls of the Princess of Squillace, and the shrieking laughter
of the crowd, produced a tumult resembling that of Navona at
Another stool having been set on the dais, the new comers
arranged themselves in order.
Gioffredo's wife wept loudly until everyone was silent. Then
she began to speak, saying:
"Ah-hoo, o Lord Cardinal, We are come for consolation, ah-
hoo, ah-hoo, ah-he-he-he-he. For thou shalt know that Cesare
hath gone to Naples; and Our Fredo hath followed him, ah-hoo,
ah-hoo, ah-he-he-he-he. We desire to know why. Ah-hoo. We desire
to know why. Ah-he-he-he-he-hoo. Now we all will be compelled
to sell our jewels. Now we all will be compelled to be
ransomed, ah-hoo, ah-hoo. Why hath not Lucrezia prevented
Cesare from going? Why hath not this Purpled Person prevented
Our Fredo from following? Both those impetuous adolescents
were in this very palace during the past night: for Fredo
himself said so. And now he hath deserted Us, his most loving
wife; and hath ridden after Cesare with a mere handful of an
escort, and on swift horses, ah-hoo. Three hours ago, We missed
him. Four hours and who knoweth how much more, have We been a
widow, and Our baby but a month old, a-hoo, a-hoo. Lord
Cardinal, We desire Our husband. Ah-he-he-he-he-hoo. HOO."
She tottered toward the large nurse; and set herself to moo
over her baby, mumbling it with her lips from time to time. I
wished for the death of the brat and its mother: for I feared
that I should not be able to restrain Gioffredo much longer.
That prince was wriggling like a clean dolphin.
Ippolito's visage showed the extreme discomfort of his mind.
The Tyrant Lucrezia spat out a sentence, saying:
"We are unable to treat such people with patience. Women do
not become widows every time when their husbands run after the
soldiers. Hath not Our Own husband gone to assist his cousin,
Duke Lodovico Sforza-Visconti of Milan, and the Kelts,
some months ago, before these wars began? And is there any
Roman temerarious enough, or suburban enough, to denominate
Alexander's daughter Widow on that count?"
The Princess Sancia bewailed herself, saying that she wanted
But now indeed Gioffredo began to jump about, disturbing the
people whose bodies had concealed us; and I was totally unable
to hold him. For, having broken away from me, he bounded
towards his wife, very agitated, roaring like Stentor. And, at
the same moment, Ippolito, catching a glimpse of me, emitted
tremendous shouts of welcome, calling me by name.
But mine eyes were directed toward my maid. Now that this
long (and, as I think, rather silly) period of concealment at
length was concluded, I had no thoughts in my breast save of
her who, unknowingly, had nerved me to my great exploit.
Wherefore, there being no longer any cause for secrecy, I
attempted to rush to her.
But it became clear that I could do no more than limp,
slowly, painfully, very ungracefully; and, when vij paces had
extricated me from the crowd, placing me alone in the empty
space in the middle of the audience-chamber, where I instantly
felt myself to be the target for the arrows of more than dccc
eyes, then I suddenly remembered that my yellow-silver hair
was knotted in an abominable night-cap, that the flesh of my
body and limbs was a great deal more than half-naked, that I
stank most indelicately, that I was besmirched and begrimed
from head to foot with sweat and mire and every kind of
Such a terrific piece of knowledge caused me to utter yells,
and to bolt (like a rabbit into his burrow) through the
tapestried door at the side of the audience-chamber. Tumults of
laughter pursued me; and lent wings to my flight.
HAVING made shift to get as far as the threshold of my proper
antechamber, my limbs failed me there; and I sank to the
The way through the palace was long and devious. All the
family was in the audience-chamber; and I encountered no
assistant on my painful passage.
I was so utterly exhausted that I ceased to care for anything
at all; and the mind in my breast advised me to lie still, until
such time when my servitors should come to me. For, it being
known that I had returned to the palace, I did not doubt but
that search would be made for me.
That antechamber, o Prospero, was a very long room panelled
with slabs of lapis-lazuli and malachite. The ceiling of it was
painted with the images of the Divine Hylas struggling with the
nymphs. I deliberated that my maid was fairer than any of
these; and I wondered what she might be doing at that moment.
The sunlight streamed in through the row of windows which
abutted on the court, brightening the gilding of the cornice. On
the other side all the outer doors of my divers chambers stood
open; but I continued to lie where I was on the very threshold
of the antechamber, happy, drowsy, not anxious to go further.
Anon, a posse of my familiars came running up the stairs
behind me, moaning and shouting commiseration for my
condition: who, having carried me into the bathing-chamber,
stripped me, and began to perform their office. And now indeed
my mind devised new schemes; and I became most anxious for
instant restoration of my normal aspect. Wherefore, I
condemned them for a parcel of fools and lazy oaves; and I
issued divers peremptory commandments.
Pages galloped hither and thither to and from the wardrobe,
bringing towels, ewers of various waters, and all the apparatus
of washing, with numerous ceremonial garments, trays of jewels,
flasks of the quintessence of southernwood, and the
paraphernalia of mine estate.
While my flesh was being scrubbed, I selected a certain very
singular new habit, which, by the benignance of my stars, I had
caused to be made, when I first entered the City, for just such
an occasion as the present appeared likely to be. For now my
mind was persuaded that but one more turn of Divine Fortune's
wheel would bring me to the top. But here my meditations were
Ippolito with the Tyrant Lucrezia, and Gioffredo with the
Princess Sancia, and mine own maid with all the company, came
bounding up the stair inquiring for me.
A gesture from the chamberlains at my door kept them in the
antechamber. The said door was not quite shut; and, having put
my wet hair away from mine eyes, I was able (through the
crevice) to see Gioffredo and his wife going to the embrasure of
one of the windows. There they sat down, billing and cooing:
but the others, unseen by me, began to bombard me with
Ippolito vociferated, saying:
"Gioffredo saith that thou hast done that which thou didst
set out to do. Tell us of the same, o Sideynes."
To whom I briefly responded (for, at the moment, the page on
the stool was deluging me with hot water), saying:
"Pietrogorio hath received both messages and he desireth
nothing better than to die for the Cardinal of Valencia, o
But, when I had said this, I noted that my servitors were
wearing a rather desperate aspect: nor durst they give more
than deprecating gestures and sad imploring glances to my
prompt interrogations. Wherefore, having commanded them to
bring mirrors, I placed myself between the same in order that I
might examine my person. What I saw on the flesh of my back
caused me to utter certain very fervent objurgations.
The people in the antechamber with one voice instantly
demanded the cause of mine anger.
To whom I indignantly responded, saying that the cyphers
evidently were indelible: for vigorous scrubbing with hot water
and lupin-meal only rendered my white flesh whiter, but the
diagram itself remained clearly grey. It was a terrific
A certain page suggested an application of pumice: but I
indignantly denied him, not being willing to have my smooth
flesh roughened and ruined.
Those friends of mine in the antechamber cackled with
laughter at my discomfiture; and Madonna Lucrezia implored me
to exhibit the accursed inscription. Ippolito also placed a
similar request: to whose voice all the others added theirs. My
pages having swathed me in dry sheets (covering me from head
to foot like a shrouded cadaver but exposing my back), I placed
myself for a few moments in the open doorway. Everybody
giggled; and came near. I heard their snuffling gasps of
exclamation; and felt the warm breath of the heads which
stooped to gaze. No one was able to read the cyphers. These be
they, o Prospero.
The Tyrant Lucrezia instantly averred that this was a lovely
device for embroidering in gold on the front of a bodice, and
that such a work would drive the plain Marchioness of Mantua
mad with envy.
Ippolito, having traced the grey lines slowly with the tip of
a loving finger (for so I felt it to be), stated an opinion that
this was the kabbalistic character invented by Messer Honorios,
formerly of Thebes, which Cesare was known to have taken from
that erudite Gothic boy called Enrico Cornelio Agrippa von
Nettesheim, who now is a councillor of the Emperor. In this
case, he said, no one could read it save Cesare only and his
proper familiars. As for the defilement of my flesh, he said, it
no doubt would wear off in time.
And then I rejoiced very greatly: for I heard the dear little
voice of my maid, saying:
"We will offer most fervent prayers that the lord cardinal's
prediction may not lack fulfilment."
At which words Madonna Lucrezia suddenly turned to examine
the last speaker, instantly becoming agog for match-making. In
her opinion, so she said, so beautiful a gentleman was fit to be
Ippolito put in a salient word about the Great Ban.
That, she said, could not be permitted to run longer in
despite of such an one as I had shown myself to be. For which
cause, she said, the beautiful and blameless gentleman in the
doorway instantly must hasten to the Castle of Santangelo with
the present company, in order to tell all the tale to our Lord
the Paparch Himself.
I howled with delight; and, having leaped forward into my
secret chambers, I commanded the pages to indue me with mine
habits using extreme celerity.
Ippolito cried out, inquiring whether Pietrogorio had read
the cypher message to me, demanding also what the said noble
was going to do.
To whom I responded, saying that His Nobility had read the
inscription as signifying: "Statim adveniunt Gallicani, cum iis
ego, obses retentus: fac ut exquiras, et auxilium praestes--The
Gallicans are upon thee, with me as their hostage; find me, and
lend succour:" and the autograph, "C. Caral. de Valencia." Also I
said that I was ignorant of Pietrogorio's plans, knowing only
that he had sent me to buy up all the horses at the posthouse
of Cinthyanum in Cesare's name. And I added that the said
adolescent, in my judgment, was not only a very Odysseys for
deep-scheming, but also a gentleman with whom it would be safe
to play odd-and-even in the dark.
Having pondered these words, Ippolito began to have an
inkling of Pietrogorio's plan. So he said. For there are but ij
leagues between Velletri and Cinthyanum, which last city doth
belong to Rome; and, if Cesare could get there and find himself
master of all means of transit, he would have no difficulty in
effecting a speedy return. But those ij leagues were the crux of
the affair. Such was Ippolito's sentence.
The Tyrant Lucrezia delivered herself of another opinion. She
said that Cesare was a beast, a fine beast, an admirable beast,
an irresistible beast, and just now a necessary (nay) an
indispensable beast. And she was quite certain that he would
contrive to cover those ij leagues.
But, at the moment of speaking, at length I escaped from my
pages, radiant, delicate, princely, in a habit of state.
I CAME out into the antechamber, very vivid, very vigorous, for
fatigue seemed to have left my limbs very pale and clean, for I
was myself again, very grand-eyed, for lovely pleasant things
were waiting for me to look upon them. My smooth hair was
glittering like a cocoon, sunlit, delicate. My garb was shining
silk, white as pearls, adorned with silver set with great
cabochon moonstones. The armorials of mine house were
emblazoned on my breast, not in our ordinary tinctures of
white and red but in white and black, videlicet Luna and Saturn
party per pale, a cross potent party per pale Saturn and
Everybody made haste to inspect me.
Ippolito said that he never had seen these habits before.
To whom I responded, saying that I had had them prepared
secretly for the day when I should come face to face with our
Lord the Paparch; and that they bore a certain signification. I
in fact had made myself as it were a book which His Sanctity
might read. He would see youth and strength and ability: He
would see the candid whiteness of innocence: He would see the
blazon of mine house blackened by the Great Ban, whitening with
the dawn of hope. But, having said these things, I became
conscious of the eyes of my maid, a few paces away, gazing upon
me with adoration: at whom I instantly precipitated myself,
forgetting the others.
Madonna Lucrezia put in a sentence, saying:
"All these things are very poetic and pretty; and the
beautiful and blameless gentleman certainly is most urbane:
but We take pride in Ourself by cause that We are purely
practical. Furthermore, all the damage, which is done on this
orb of earth, is done either by saying the right things to the
wrong person, or the wrong things to the right person. These
admirable words ought not to be uttered to Us, but to Our Most
Blessed Father. Wherefore, the present company instantly must
go to the Castle of Santangelo. Boy! Litters! At the Vatican, a
division shall be made, not to embarrass Our Most Blessed
Father with a show of force. The Cardinal of Ferrara hath the
right of demanding a boon, by cause that he provided the swift
runner. The beautiful and blameless gentleman hath an equal
right, by cause that he ran swiftly. Let those ij demand their
said boons. If they win them, well. In any case, after dinner,
when Our Most Blessed Father is in a good humour and will
concede anything for the sake of being left to His afternoon
nap, then We Ourself and Our well-beloved brother, Don
Gioffredo, will enter The Presence prepared to intercede. But
the Lord Alexander is just and gentle; and He will be
propitious. Litters! Boy! Litters!"
Half a score of pages fled down the stair with Her
Tranquillity's commandments. No one said any more: for there
was nothing more to be said. Our several families began to
collect themselves, while we washed our fingers; and anon we
left the antechamber in due order.
In the courtyard, the tyrant and the princess and their maids
ascended the litters: but we others took horse in full state;
and so we set forth, a very grand procession, but not unusual in
those old days, o my parthenean Prospero, when a pageant of
princes going to pay respects to the Pontifex Maximus was
We went by Lungara. I rode by side of Ippolito. We both were
silent, pondering the matter in hand.
As we passed the great Riarj Palace on the left, where the
white-faced cardinal was entertaining The Beloved, I said:
"They say that one liveth there who knoweth more Greek than
It was a silly irrelevant word, uttered only by cause that I
did not wish to seem either sulky or afraid. Ippolito shook his
head, soberly saying:
"No one knoweth more Greek than thou, o Sideynes."
Thereafter we rode without speaking. I knew that I was as
nervous as a February sparrow, jipping and flirting, and liable
to twitter entirely automatically. For which cause I set myself
to consider who I was, and what I had done, and how extremely
notable mine aspect was. I contemplated myself, my mind, my
body, my qualities, capabilities, exploits, desires. I also called
to remembrance the benignance of my stars. And behold it was
all very good. So we came to Vatican.
Nothing disturbed me. Nothing ever again would disturb me.
Was I not riding in triumph, to the Giver of Bays?
HAVING parted from our companions and dismissed our trains, I
and Ippolito walked along the high gallery, emerging at length
on the vast corridor of the castle, spiral, gloomy. Below were
labyrinthine depths. We ascended several little stairs, passing
through numerous antechambers hung with porphyry-coloured
arras. The odour of the place was sepulchral.
A ruffled flunkey in a Spanish habit of black, with cloak and
sword, drew aside a thick porphyry-coloured curtain; and we
passed out of darkness into the blazing sunlight of The
We were on a secluded terrace on the summit of the fortress.
Beyond the battlements, we could see the panorama of all Rome
and the Campagna with the Alban Mount on the distant horizon.
Tiber seemed to be a chain of chrysoliths meandering among
mounds of emeralds. So lofty a situation was convenient for
Him, Whose authority was world-wide.
Some orange-trees in tubs formed a screen in the shadow of a
turret. A square carpet, porphyry-coloured, was spread on the
pavement. A throne-like chair, raised on one step, with a foot-
stool and cushions and other stools, all of the same colour,
stood upon it.
Here sat the Ruler of the world, the Father of princes and
kings, the earthly Vicar of Jesus Christ our Saviour, the
Paparch Alexander, magnificent, invincible, alone and reading in
I will tell thee, o Prospero, how that incomparable prince
and pontiff appeared to me. He was habited in the white cassock,
sash, and hosen, the porphyry-coloured shoes embroidered with
gold crosses, the cape and cap of porphyry-coloured velvet,
reversed with ermine, the golden paparchal stole. The pallium
of universal jurisdiction, well-woven, snow-like, was fixed, on
His breast and shoulders, by diamond pins of the form of
crosses potent elongate. A gold chain surrounded His neck; and
its pendent cross decorously was hidden in the folds of His
cape. The grand gold signet of the paparchy glittered on
the first finger, and an enormous amethyst on the third of His
right hand. He was in the sixty-fifth year of His age, of a
robust habit of body; and genial generous majesty distinguished
the splendour of His Spanish features.
The chamberlains and pages in porphyry-coloured liveries,
who stood about the turret doorway, performed their
genuflections; and retired backward.
Ippolito let his great-cloak of ermine and vermilion fall to
trail voluminously behind him; and led me forward by the hand.
I suddenly became conscious that I was very young and very slim
by side of all this sumptuous grandeur. I felt as a new taper
feeleth when stuck suddenly on high upon a pricket, rather
pleased with the light on its head: but knowing that a mere
flip of the finger can break its body in twain and consign it to
the darkness of oblivion. But yet, remembering how
diaphanously white and vivid were mine aspect and my gait, I
comforted myself a little.
We kneeled at the foot-stool. Ippolito kissed the paparchal
hand: I, the cross on the shoe.
The Archiereys closed His prayer-book, looking with inquiry
from me to Ippolito, and back again to me. I perceived
admiration in His glance which swept and enveloped me; and I
knew that my stars were benignant. I was glad.
Ippolito stood up: but I remained on my knees. He took mine
hand; and presented me by name, reciting my style and estate.
Our Lord the Paparch did not remove his glance from me: nor
I, mine from Him.
Ippolito continued his discourse, stating mine abominable
condition, naming my natural abilities as well as the
disabilities which, as a bandit, I was compelled to tolerate;
and he briefly narrated the deed which I had done, meriting
favour. And at length he made an end.
Our Lord the Paparch gave me a sign to rise, saying nothing.
I alertly sprang to my feet; and took ij paces backward, from
the shadow into the full glare of the sun, stiffening my strong
knees, standing well-poised and very rigidly erect indeed. So,
having shaken mine hair from mine eyes, I looked squarely and
superbly in the face of His Sanctity.
He intently regarded me during ij or iij moments. Then He
"Let Us hear thy voice, that We may know thee."
I drew in a very long breath, inflating my breast, raising my
head and shoulders; and began to speak, gravely, slowly, saying
that I knew myself to be in the presence of the Ruler of the
world, Whose plenitude of power could reinstate mine house of
Poplicola di Hagiostayros, no one contradicting, or could
eradicate the same utterly by means of the Great Ban--power, I
said, of making or of marring.
Then I hesitated: for sudden overwhelming conviction of mine
helpless insignificance rushed into my mind. I poured out a
torrent of words. What was I, I said, in the sight of the Father
of princes and kings, but a negligible worm.
And impotent fury, at my total dependence on the Paparch's
will and pleasure, inflamed me. My face tingled with angry
blood, at the thought that anyone should be my superior, at the
knowledge that I knew myself to be this One's inferior and had
confessed the same. But instantly, with a very vehement effort,
I mastered mine emotions; and continued speaking, deliberately,
even frigidly, while the bowels terrifically throbbed within my
body. I said:
"But I will not sue. There are no crimes on my soul which
are matter for pardon. I will not ask for favour. But, rather
than live another hour, blameless under the Great Ban which I
have not merited, I will dive headlong from these near
battlements, that the candour of mine innocence may shatter
the blood-stained stones of Rome."
Thus having spoken, I flashed mine eyes to the side for an
instant, noting the place whence I would spring. Then I looked
back with most fierce determination, alert and ready to leap
before Ippolito could lay his mighty hands on me, standing
intense, expecting paparchal fulminations.
Our Lord the Paparch eyed me up and down, comprehending
each plane and contour of the incarnate independence, pallid,
not uncomely in defiance, which refused to ask for right as a
grace. And anon He very gently said:
"Dear lovely child, think not so unkindly of thy Father."
At those words, sublime, benignant, my throat was
constricted and my knees trembled very exceedingly. Mine eyes
glared upon the Paparch and the cardinal in turn, without seeing
either of those personages. Then I looked upward to the
empyrean where the gods live: for surely it was a god's voice
which I had heard; and I noted a little skylark soaring above
me, singing like an angel. Nothing else was visible to me at
that moment. My body was simply tottering by cause of the
sudden violent evanescence of my fury.
I sank on my knees, very meekly kissing the extended hand of
The bells in all the turrets of the City began clanging in
the new manner. It was the hour of noon.
Our Lord the Paparch and the Cardinal of Ferrara kneeled
where they were; and said the prayers, Angelus Domini and the
I also was kneeling, thankful enough for the interval granted
while I conquered my weakness, recollecting myself.
A COMPANY of paparchal familiars entered. Some brought a table
sustaining the apparatus for dining. Others brought another
table covered with a fair linen cloth. On the last, the cook
placed a covered dish: the butler, a dish of raisins and a basket
of bread: the cellarer, a glass flask of wine and another of
water. I never have seen a service so extremely plain.
Being now fulfilled with vigour and thankfulness, I longed to
do something dynamic. Wherefore, I violently hustled three
pages, robbing them of the basin and the ewer and the towel;
and, on my knees, I did boy's service, while our Lord the Paparch
first washed His hands.
He smiled at mine ardour: but knowing (in His enormous
wisdom) that I was excited beyond measure, He addressed His
words to Ippolito, saying:
"Most of thy colleagues, o Cardinal of Ferrara, are either in
prison or in rebellion; and the orators and the barons
are unwilling to dine with Us, by cause that We so far abstain
from carnal lusts in that a single dish sufficeth for our table.
Consequently, when We find in Our hand, at dinner time, a
cardinal-prince and a Roman patrician, it is but natural that
they should become Our guests. What is enough for one is enough
for ij, and what is enough for ij is enough for iij. Let then
stools be set for the cardinal and for this white flame of
So this Sanctity deigned to give order.
The table, being an high one, was wheeled to our Lord the
Paparch where He sat on His elevated chair. But our stools were
heightened by cushions. Very strange ceremonial was observed at
A chamberlain presented a bundle of napkins, from which we
each selected ij. With the first, we scrupulously rubbed our
platters and knives and forks and moss-agate cups, before using
the same. With the second, we protected our garments from
slops, or wiped our mouths before drinking. All this being
strange to me, I carefully imitated the example of Ippolito,
perceiving him to be acquainted with the practice. But I
wondered greatly what might be the significance of such
elaborate functions. And anon it was given to me to understand.
For the cook, having uncovered the dish, genuflected; and
presented beef and olives to Our Lord the Paparch: Who Himself
deigned to cut off a mouthful at random, putting the same on a
fork with an olive similarly selected; and watched the said cook
eating both morsels. This having been done, His Sanctity took
His portion of the viands; and the dish was brought to us
others in turn. In like manner, the butler proffered the bread-
basket; and ate crust and crumb of the Paparch's choosing,
before any bread was so much as touched by us iij. The same
ceremony having been kept with the raisins, the dish and the
basket were established on the table under our eyes. The
cellarer brought also the wine and water; and, having drunk a
cupful of both, which the Paparch deigned to pour for him, he
filled for us, and placed the flasks by side of the dish of
By this time, I had become conscious that these practices
merely were a substitute for the customary venom-taster; and,
all incontinent, I said, by way of comment, that life would not
be worth my while, if I were compelled to take so many
meticulous precautions against venom every time when I desired
to satiate mine hunger.
Our Lord the Paparch retorted on me, saying:
"The life of Him who is God's Vicegerent is not worth any
And He began to speak to Ippolito, as soon as the servitors
had left us alone, questioning him very acutely concerning the
events of the night and morning. It was very strange to hear
Him talking of the Cardinal of Valencia: for He by no
means spoke of that splendid purpled person, tawny, tiger-like,
as a father speaketh of the son of his loins, nor did He speak
of the said adolescent as a slave speaketh of his tyrant or as a
victim speaketh of his persecutor, in despite of those who very
vainly have alleged that Cesare dominated the indomitable
Alexander: but it seemed to me that He spoke of him rather as
one would speak of a servant of hyperexcellent parts, whom one
employeth for the sake of another who is served by such
employment of such a servant. And this indeed is true: for we
now know that Madonna Giovannozza bore Cesare to
Giuliano before she bore Juan Francisco and
Lucrezia and Gioffredo to Rodrigo; and, that Alexander
should have deigned to advance the fortunes of Cesare, as well
for that splendid prince's own utility as for the love which He
bore for the mother of the same, is only natural. But, while I
was excogitating the matter, I did not omit to devour as much
food as decorum permitted, I being most terrifically hungry,
and the attention of the other ij being diverted from me during
nearly all the time.
And anon, at the end, our Lord the Paparch thus addressed me
by the same appellation as before; and He used the Roman
tongue in a very archaic manner, saying:
"Dear lovely child, what wouldst thou have and what canst
But, before that I was able to utter a syllable, Ippolito
interrupted, reciting a category of my numerous peculiar
excellencies, which I will not include in this history, seeing
that they are known to every man. But, after many words
concerning my bravery, he ended with the assertion of Messer
Pierettore that I could write Greek and speak it like Saint
This seemed to be intended as an advice to me: for which
cause, seeing that the Paparch's grand eyes still dwelled on me
as though expecting mine own response, I began to orate in the
crisp and dulcet syllabification of Hellas, saying:
"Wisdom, as I suppose, is a different thing from
But there our Lord the Paparch stopped me, saying again:
"Dear lovely child, thou shalt know that an old man like
Ourself, Who hath been worried by recalcitrant kings and by
other naughty men, hath forgotten all the Greek which He ever
knew, save the wail of that scribe who wrote, Would that We
could grow young again."
But the saying was a pathetic one, tear-bringing, love-
inspiring; and, at that moment, I could not think of anything
better to say than that I was in all things obedient to His
He was listening very intently: for, having afforded me so
much time for recollection, I think that He expected me to
make an elaborate discourse. But I, being mindful of His
supremacy not less than of His generosity, preferred to shew an
equal generosity and confidence on mine own part: for which
cause, I responded as aforesaid. He urged me then to make a
formal definite petition: but, being indeed very pleased with
the form of words which I had used, I continued to respond to
all His urging, saying only:
"I am in all things obedient to my sovereign's will."
At this the paparchal pages returned, bringing the rosewater
for our last hand-washing. This duty having been performed and
the psalm ended, they removed the tables and retired.
Ippolito stood up, stretching his gigantic limbs and combing
his hair: but our Lord the Paparch was observing me all the
time. As the servitors were going away, He shot a sudden
commandment after them to bring a skin of parchment, with ink
and pens and pounce.
This having been done, and we iij being alone again, He
ordained that I should bring my stool near to Him, having
thrown the cushions aside, and having placed the writing
materials on it; and also that I should kneel there, ready to
Thus, He Himself dictated to me the petition, which thou, o
Prospero, knowest to be the most precious document in thy
father's archives. But, although thou hast seen the same so
often that its contents are impressed indelibly on thy memory,
nevertheless I will not omit to transcribe it here, in order
that this history may be perfect and complete, videlicet:
The petition of the Roman patrician named Tarquinio Giorgio
Drakontoletes Poplicola di Hagiostayros
that he may be delivered from the Great Ban,
that he may be relieved from all disabilities,
that he may be absolved from all canonical censures and
in his own person,
in the persons of all of his house:
that he himself may be named among the Advocates of the
Sacred Consistory, where he may use his mind:
that he himself may be named among Our knights of Saint
George for the Defence of Christendom, where he may use his
body against the foes of our Most Holy Faith.
Thus He spoke and thus I had written: but when I conned it
over, as I threw the golden pounce upon the wet ink, a kind of
terror seized me; and I began again to shake like one in a
palsy. And suddenly a new diversion occurred.
Numerous footsteps and voices approached the door of the
turret, wafting a delicate odour as of women and love.
MADONNA Lucrezia entered with her galaxy of maids, who did
obeisance; and crossed the terrace toward the battlements.
There they stood, admiring the view, moving a little among
themselves like flowers in a breeze. But the tyrant came and
sat on one of the cushions near the Paparch's footstool,
between me and Ippolito, facing us both.
She put a most delicate hand on the archieratic knee; and
thus she spoke, saying:
"Dear and Most Holy Father, I hope that Thou hast been doing
justice to this beautiful and blameless gentleman."
But, while she was speaking, yet more noises came from the
door of the turret; and Gioffredo entered with his wife and
their baby and their several trains. The prince and princess
seated themselves on the other cushions on the step of the
throne: but their familiars drifted away to the other maids-of-
honour who were already by the battlements.
I was kneeling still with the portentous parchment under
mine hand. All my body was quaking terribly: for I was not
quite able to believe in my good fortune, and rather feared that
I was being played with.
Ippolito, having drawn up a stool, sat by my side in front of
the Paparch and His children.
I durst not move from my knees: but I cast a quick look
among the maids for my proper maid. She instantly caught it,
returning a smile, very lovely, soul-inspiring. Wherefore I
comforted myself, knowing that my stars most certainly were
But Madonna Lucrezia and her brother began to make
intercession on mine account; and Ippolito joined himself to
them from time to time. The iij voices blended very
harmoniously, videlicet, the clear treble of the girl, the
counter-tenor of the boy as insistent and mellow as a bell, the
bass of the young cardinal, sonorous, profound.
I at first listened very gratefully to their melodious
intonation: but anon, the things which they said of me
afflicted me with nausea. I have done many great and noble
deeds, with my body as well as with mine intellect; and I am
not ashamed of esteeming the same according to their merits,
or of hearing them praised in convenient terms. But enough is
as good as a feast; and at this moment I had heard enough and
more than enough. Wherefore, with mine eyes I strove most
earnestly, imploring Ippolito and Gioffredo to be favourable to
their tongues. All to no purpose. They continued to speak; and I
perforce was compelled to kneel where I was, listening,
blushing with augmenting fury.
At length our Lord the Paparch signed for silence; and He
"We have heard you, o lord cardinal and o dearest daughter
and o dearest son; and We thank you for your good offices. But
intercessors are not necessary in this present matter. for Our
dear lovely child here present hath an exceedingly definite
notion of what is due from Us to him; and he hath set down the
same most eloquently in writing."
And, having thus spoken, He took the parchment from me; and
handed it to the others.
Ippolito already had heard what I had written by
commandment: but Madonna Lucrezia and Gioffredo put their
heads together, eagerly perusing the writing.
But the fine features of Alexander remained as
imperscrutable as those of the sphynx.
His daughter looked at Him, trying to read the intention of
His mind: but, having failed, she said:
"The beautiful and blameless gentleman hath merited these
rewards at least; and there is another reward known to me which
he in any case shall have. But first deign a stroke of the pen
here, o dear and Most Holy Father."
Thus she spoke: but we all suddenly began to hear very joyful
shouts from the distance far below, surging nearer and nearer,
ever augmenting. Crowds of familiars, baronial, cardinalitial,
paparchal, came tumbling into The Presence, all phrenetically
But, while we stood and kneeled staring in amazement, the
splendid Cardinal of Valencia also strode on to the terrace,
panting, sweating, mud-stained, but elate with triumph. He wore
an astonishing Neapolitan habit of green velvet, pinked and
escalloped and purred with orange-coloured satin, the same
which I myself already had seen on another person in another
city on that very day. His hosen were striped in green and
orange-colour. His boots were of orange-coloured leather. His
high conical green hat, long-peaked in front, was adorned by a
tall orange-coloured feather: but his tawny hair bulged behind
in a net of green cord. I never have seen a cardinal in such an
incommodious guise before or since. And he dragged with him by
the hand that noble Pietrogorio, of whom I already have
written, who wore the vermilion habit which Cesare had worn
when he left us during the night, which habit now was very
gravely disordered. Had it not been for their different voices,
it would have been difficult to say which was the cardinal and
which the noble: but, as it was, they only resembled twins in
trouble, horribly dirty, tattered, dilapidated.
Gioffredo made himself heard in a sentence, saying that it
would occupy the servitors of these gentlemen during iiij hours
to correct the condition of their persons.
They fell on their knees; and the Cardinal of Valencia began
to bellow a narration of his adventures.
But our Lord the Paparch with a gesture produced silence. And
anon He beckoned me to hold up my stool and to give Him the
pen. This I did, holding my face low: in order to avoid the
pricking of the multitudinous eyes which were impinging upon
every bare part of my flesh. And, having taken the parchment,
and having placed it on the stool, He began to write in this
way, saying each word aloud as He wrote it; and thus He said:
"It pleaseth Us, and so by Our Own impulse We command:
Alexander the Sixth, Supreme Pontiff."
And he gave the signed parchment into my tingling hands.
Having bent down to kiss the cross on His shoe, purely
grateful, and having made obeisance to Madonna Lucrezia and to
Gioffredo, and having embraced Ippolito, oblivious of manners I
launched myself toward my maid by the battlements.
The moment was opportune. Everybody was approaching The
Presence to hear the newest news: for mine affairs were no
longer important. Could I have done aught else, o Prospero? We
were alone, at the back of the crowd. I offered to her the
parchment, and my body and soul with it, kneeling on both my
knees as one who kneeleth before some Divine One. But she
raised me with a most gentle movement, giving herself all to
I cannot remember what happened in the insuing minutes:
but, when I once more became conscious of my circumstances,
the Cardinal of Valencia, unchecked, was bellowing like the
Borgia bull. I will set down the few words which I heard him
saying: not that I paid much observance to him, for who, having
the desire of his heart in his heart and pressed against his
heart, would listen to another roaring of other matters? Yet,
by cause of that cardinal's vociferations (and his teeth and his
eyes gleamed the while like a tiger's, delicate, very triumphant
in vigour), I could not avoid seeing his gestures and hearing the
noise which he was making. He said:
"Having secluded me as aforesaid, this Nobility changeth
clothes with me; and forthwith betaketh himself in my room to
the neighbourhood of the Keltic monkey. But I made haste to
ride back to Cinthyanum, where during iij hours I waited in the
house of which some of ye pretend to know. Anon, this Nobility
cometh, laughing as though his cheeks were another's. For the
Christian King, on preparing to ride from Velletri, quickly
perceived that his hostage no longer was the Cardinal of
Valencia; and, falling in a fume lest I myself should harass his
rear, resolved to make a sudden dash for Naples, where he might
fortify his camp. But he left behind him the Cardinal of
Amboise and the Sieur de Commines, ordaining that they should
strangle very worthy Nobility and fire his city. They did
neither, admiring his courage and fidelity as much as I do--
Pietrogorio, thou art Our locumtenens and signifer from to-day:
--but, having put him near a fresh horse, they turned their
backs and looked for him elsewhere, quietly evacuating Velletri
and following their master. Wherefore this Nobility, seeing
that his escape was permitted, came to Cinthyanum, and thence
with me hither with all speed."
Thus he spoke. But Madonna Lucrezia, not being overmuch
entertained by his narration, was letting her sweet eyes rove
round among the company. And here she pointed a mischievous
finger at me and my maid: for, at the moment, we by chance
were lip to lip. The crowd divided, exhibiting us in that
We instantly became conscious of a very terrific silence, and
of innumerable glances stabbing us. Having recognised our
predicament, we drew a little apart. Slight giggles arising from
the crowd, and the glittering of innumerable teeth manifested
by innumerable smiles, further disconcerted and dismayed us. We
ran forward hand in hand, kneeling before our Lord the Paparch.
I was hot with blushes: but I contrived to stammer a few words,
"Immense happiness is our excuse for indecorum in the
Apostolic Presence: for, o Sanctity, we love one another."
Alexander, magnificent, invincible, benignly smiled upon us;
and He deigned a response, saying:
"Love one another, o dear lovely children; and We will
consecrate your love."
And He held out His hand for a ring.
Seeing how I was in the Paparch's favour, everybody instantly
proffered all their rings. We might have been married with
Ippolito's cardinalitial sapphire. Madonna Lucrezia offered ij
handfuls. Prince Gioffredo thrust upon me his great table ruby.
I might have had a peck-measure full of rings. But I myself was
drawing off mine own jasper with the Scorpion and Ares,
being desirous of communicating the benignance of my stars
with my maid, when the Cardinal of Valencia produced the
enormous gilt-bronze ring, the credentials which had procured
for him the swift runner. And we all realized the suitability of
Gioffredo, having brought the little silver stoup of holy
water from the inside of the door of the turret, placed himself
as acolyth at the right hand of his Most Holy Father.
The sky above our heads had the beautiful blue of spring-
time, clear as the light in my maid's eyes. We were kneeling
together in the freshness, high over the City and the world.
Out of profound silence, the strong voice of the Archiereys
came to me, demanding whether I willed to have Hersilia as my
wedded wife. To Whom I responded, saying:
"I so will have her."
He demanded of her whether she willed to have me as her
wedded husband. To Whom she responded, saying:
"An it so please Thee, o Sanctity."
Everybody was smiling again. Our Lord the Paparch joined our
hands. Having sprinkled the enormous ring and blessed it, He
deigned it to me. I put it on the first, the second, and left it
on the third left finger of my maid, saying the accustomed
words which bound her indissolubly to me.
Our Lord the Paparch rose. All the company kneeled round us.
Lifting His hand, He imparted Apostolic Benediction.
So He withdrew to His afternoon nap, like the life-giving sun,
who sinketh, glorious, golden, to his rest in the sea.
INSTANTLY, the light of The Presence having been extinguished,
we were (so to speak) all in the dark.
Great confabulations insued. Everybody exuded important but
perfectly preposterous propositions.
The Cardinal of Valencia was for raising armies wherewith to
pursue the Keltic scamps; and put himself to speak seriously to
the Cardinal of Este, inquiring how many mercenaries could be
bought from Ferrara. But Ippolito would not have anything to
say to him; and he went off, muttering, with his new lieutenant
But all the others came to converse with me. From what was
said, certain matters appeared, which gave food for thought.
The question of my next act was discussed. It seemed not to
be decorous that I should live with my wife in the palace of the
Cardinal of Ferrara. It clearly was my bounden duty to send
news, of the removal of the Great Ban, to my cousin and our
baron Marcantonio. I also desired very strenuously to go at
once to my castle of Deira by the southern sea, there to
arrange the transit of my goods and my familiars to the City,
where I was intending to pass my life. Furthermore, I was
famishing with hunger, not only for my maid but also for a
meal, solid, interminable, seeing that I had been fasting since
supper-time: for what I had eaten at the Paparch's table was no
more than a snack.
Wherefore, the Cardinal of Valencia having disappeared, while
the tyrant and the princess and their girls were chattering to
my blushing wife (whose dear little hand I did not relinquish
for a moment), I turned the other way; and at length, contrived
to overcome the loud voices of Ippolito and Gioffredo,
proclaiming to them my necessities.
But, though they demurred from my departure, nevertheless
they confessed that I spoke reasonably; and, finally, after many
words, Gioffredo offered an immediate banquet with lodgings at
Traspontina till the evening, and Ippolito offered an escort of
xl athletes and xl men-at-arms for our journey to Deira.
And anon we went to Traspontina. There we feasted. There we
played. There we also slept. What we ate and drank, or what we
did, in those iiij hours, I am unable to specify. For I was in a
species of delirium, having no more mind and body than sufficed
for these ij things, videlicet my wife, and mine insuing
progress to the cradle of my race, in comparison with which all
other worldly matters seemed very rightly to be of no price.
But at one hour before avemmaria, my valises having been
brought from the Estense Palace and my wife's from the
Apostolic Palace of Vatican, viij decurions of Ippolito's came
with my proper iij, being a company of cxxj persons in all to
attend us; and so we rode out from the City, on the first stage
toward the eastern road which leadeth at length to Deira, in the
cool of the evening.
Thus, thy loving father hath set down the full history of the
four-and-twenty hours of his fortunate day, not concealing
anything which his own senses perceived; and he saith, that this
is the manner in which history ought to be written, o Prospero,