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The Strolling Saint - Book 4. The World - Chapter 14. The Citation The Strolling Saint - Book 4. The World - Chapter 14. The Citation

The Strolling Saint - Book 4. The World - Chapter 14. The Citation
BOOK IV. THE WORLD CHAPTER XIV. THE CITATIONWe were breaking our fast upon the following morning when Falcone sent word to me by one of the pages that a considerable force was advancing towards us from the south. I rose, somewhat uneasy. Yet I reflected that it was possible that, news of the revolt in Piacenza having reached Parma, this was an army of Pontificals moving thence upon the rebellious city. But in that case, what should they be doing this side of Po? An hour later, from the battlements where we paced side by side--Bianca and I--we were able to... Long Stories - Post by : Nicholas_Dixon - Date : May 2012 - Author : Rafael Sabatini - Read : 610

The Strolling Saint - Book 4. The World - Chapter 13. The Overthrow The Strolling Saint - Book 4. The World - Chapter 13. The Overthrow

The Strolling Saint - Book 4. The World - Chapter 13. The Overthrow
BOOK IV. THE WORLD CHAPTER XIII. THE OVERTHROWThe sight turned me almost physically sick. I faced about, and sprang from the room out into the ante-chamber a battle was in progress. Some three or four of the Duke's gentlemen and a couple of Swiss had come to attempt a rescue. They had compelled Galeotto's six men to draw and defend themselves, the odds being suddenly all against them. Into that medley I went with drawn sword, hacking and cutting madly, giving knocks and taking them, glad of the excitement of it; glad of anything that would shut out from my... Long Stories - Post by : Nicholas_Dixon - Date : May 2012 - Author : Rafael Sabatini - Read : 2356

The Strolling Saint - Book 4. The World - Chapter 12. Blood The Strolling Saint - Book 4. The World - Chapter 12. Blood

The Strolling Saint - Book 4. The World - Chapter 12. Blood
BOOK IV. THE WORLD CHAPTER XII. BLOODThe words that passed between Bianca and me that evening in the dining-room express all that can be said of our attitude to each other during the months that followed. Daily we met, and the things which our lips no longer dared to utter, our eyes expressed. Days passed and grew to weeks, and these accumulated into months. The autumn faded from gold to grey, and the winter came and laid the earth to sleep, and then followed spring to awaken it once more. None troubled us at Pagliano, and we began with some justice... Long Stories - Post by : Nicholas_Dixon - Date : May 2012 - Author : Rafael Sabatini - Read : 1198

The Strolling Saint - Book 4. The World - Chapter 11. The Penance The Strolling Saint - Book 4. The World - Chapter 11. The Penance

The Strolling Saint - Book 4. The World - Chapter 11. The Penance
BOOK IV. THE WORLD CHAPTER XI. THE PENANCEI awakened in the chamber that had been mine at Pagliano before my arrest by order of the Holy Office, and I was told upon awakening that I had slept a night and a day and that it was eventide once more. I rose, bathed, and put on a robe of furs, and then Galeotto came to visit me. He had arrived at dawn, and he too had slept for some ten hours since his arrival, yet despite of it his air was haggard, his glance overcast and heavy. I greeted him joyously, conscious... Long Stories - Post by : netmarketer - Date : May 2012 - Author : Rafael Sabatini - Read : 3368

The Strolling Saint - Book 4. The World - Chapter 10. The Nuptials Of Bianca The Strolling Saint - Book 4. The World - Chapter 10. The Nuptials Of Bianca

The Strolling Saint - Book 4. The World - Chapter 10. The Nuptials Of Bianca
BOOK IV. THE WORLD CHAPTER X. THE NUPTIALS OF BIANCAAn awful thought was in my mind as we went, evoked by the presence in such a place of one of the Duke's gentlemen; an awful question rose again and again to my lips, and yet I could not bring myself to utter it. So we went on in utter silence now, my hand upon his shoulder, clutching velvet doublet and flesh and bone beneath it, my dagger bare in my other hand. We crossed an antechamber whose heavy carpet muffled our footsteps, and we halted before tapestry curtains that masked a... Long Stories - Post by : netmarketer - Date : May 2012 - Author : Rafael Sabatini - Read : 2247

The Strolling Saint - Book 4. The World - Chapter 9. The Return The Strolling Saint - Book 4. The World - Chapter 9. The Return

The Strolling Saint - Book 4. The World - Chapter 9. The Return
BOOK IV. THE WORLD CHAPTER IX. THE RETURNAbove in the blessed sunlight, which hurt my eyes--for I had not seen it for a full week--I found Galeotto awaiting me in a bare room; and scarcely was I aware of his presence than his great arms went round me and enclasped me so fervently that his corselet almost hurt my breast, and brought back as in a flash a poignant memory of another man fully as tall, who had held me to him one night many years ago, and whose armour, too, had hurt me in that embrace. Then he held me... Long Stories - Post by : netmarketer - Date : May 2012 - Author : Rafael Sabatini - Read : 1526

The Strolling Saint - Book 4. The World - Chapter 8. The Third Degree The Strolling Saint - Book 4. The World - Chapter 8. The Third Degree

The Strolling Saint - Book 4. The World - Chapter 8. The Third Degree
BOOK IV. THE WORLD CHAPTER VIII. THE THIRD DEGREEI was haled from my dungeon by my gaoler accompanied by two figures that looked immensely tall in their black monkish gowns, their heads and faces covered by vizored cowls in which two holes were cut for their eyes. Seen by the ruddy glare of the torch which the gaoler carried to that subterranean place of darkness, those black, silent figures, their very hands tucked away into the wide-mouthed sleeves of their habits, looked spectral and lurid--horrific messengers of death. By chill, dark passages of stone, through which our steps reverberated, they brought... Long Stories - Post by : netmarketer - Date : May 2012 - Author : Rafael Sabatini - Read : 1084

The Strolling Saint - Book 4. The World - Chapter 4. Madonna Bianca The Strolling Saint - Book 4. The World - Chapter 4. Madonna Bianca

The Strolling Saint - Book 4. The World - Chapter 4. Madonna Bianca
BOOK IV. THE WORLD CHAPTER IV. MADONNA BIANCAPier Luigi's original intent had been to spend no more than a night at Pagliano. But when the morrow came, he showed no sign of departing, nor upon the next day, nor yet upon the next. A week passed, and still he lingered, seeming to settle more and more in the stronghold of the Cavalcanti, leaving the business of his Duchy to his secretary Filarete and to his council, at the head of which, as I learnt, was my old friend Annibale Caro. And meanwhile, Cavalcanti, using great discreetness, suffered the Duke's presence, and... Long Stories - Post by : TheVCF - Date : May 2012 - Author : Rafael Sabatini - Read : 3297

The Strolling Saint - Book 4. The World - Chapter 3. Pier Luigi Farnese The Strolling Saint - Book 4. The World - Chapter 3. Pier Luigi Farnese

The Strolling Saint - Book 4. The World - Chapter 3. Pier Luigi Farnese
BOOK IV. THE WORLD CHAPTER III. PIER LUIGI FARNESEWe left Milan that same day, and there followed for some months a season of wandering through Lombardy, going from castle to castle, from tyranny to tyranny, just the three of us--Galeotto and myself with Falcone for our equerry and attendant. Surely something of the fanatic's temperament there must have been in me; for now that I had embraced a cause, I served it with all the fanaticism with which on Monte Orsaro I sought to be worthy of the course I had taken then. I was become as an apostle, preaching a... Long Stories - Post by : TheVCF - Date : May 2012 - Author : Rafael Sabatini - Read : 1053

The Strolling Saint - Book 4. The World - Chapter 2. The Governor Of Milan The Strolling Saint - Book 4. The World - Chapter 2. The Governor Of Milan

The Strolling Saint - Book 4. The World - Chapter 2. The Governor Of Milan
BOOK IV. THE WORLD CHAPTER II. THE GOVERNOR OF MILANWe rode again upon the morrow as he had said, and with us went Falcone and the same goodly company of twenty lances that had escorted me from Monte Orsaro. But I took little thought for them or pride in such an escort now. My heart was leaden. I had not seen Bianca again ere I departed, and Heaven knew when we should return to Pagliano. Thus at least was I answered by Galeotto when I made bold to ask the question. Two days we rode, going by easy stages, and came... Long Stories - Post by : TheVCF - Date : May 2012 - Author : Rafael Sabatini - Read : 3493

The Strolling Saint - Book 4. The World - Chapter 1. Pagliano The Strolling Saint - Book 4. The World - Chapter 1. Pagliano

The Strolling Saint - Book 4. The World - Chapter 1. Pagliano
BOOK IV. THE WORLD CHAPTER I. PAGLIANOThe lilac was in bloom when we came to the grey walls of Pagliano in that May of '45, and its scent, arousing the memory of my return to the world, has ever since been to me symbolical of the world itself. Mine was no half-hearted, backward-glancing return. Having determined upon the step, I took it resolutely and completely at a single stride. Since Galeotto placed his resources at my disposal, to be repaid him later when I should have entered upon the enjoyment of my heritage of Mondolfo, I did not scruple to draw... Long Stories - Post by : TheVCF - Date : May 2012 - Author : Rafael Sabatini - Read : 2120

The Strolling Saint - Book 3. The Wilderness - Chapter 9. The Iconoclast The Strolling Saint - Book 3. The Wilderness - Chapter 9. The Iconoclast

The Strolling Saint - Book 3. The Wilderness - Chapter 9. The Iconoclast
BOOK III. THE WILDERNESS CHAPTER IX. THE ICONOCLASTIt was a week later before we returned to the subject. Meanwhile, the good priest of Casi and Leocadia had departed, bearing with them a princely reward from the silent, kindly eyed Galeotto. To tend me there remained only the boy Beppo; and after my long six months of lenten fare there followed now a period of feasting that began to trouble me as my strength returned. When, finally, on the seventh day, I was able to stand, and, by leaning on Gervasio's arm, to reach the door of the hut and to look... Long Stories - Post by : TheVCF - Date : May 2012 - Author : Rafael Sabatini - Read : 2026

The Strolling Saint - Book 3. The Wilderness - Chapter 8. The Vision The Strolling Saint - Book 3. The Wilderness - Chapter 8. The Vision

The Strolling Saint - Book 3. The Wilderness - Chapter 8. The Vision
BOOK III. THE WILDERNESS CHAPTER VIII. THE VISIONPray as we might, night came and still the image gave no sign. The crowd melted away, with promises to return at dawn--promises that sounded almost like a menace in my ears. I was alone once more, alone with my thoughts and these made sport of me. It was not only upon the unresponsiveness of St. Sebastian that my mind now dwelt, nor yet upon the horrid dread that this unresponsiveness might be a sign of Heaven's displeasure, an indication that as a custodian of that shrine I was unacceptable through the mire of... Long Stories - Post by : TheVCF - Date : May 2012 - Author : Rafael Sabatini - Read : 2968

The Strolling Saint - Book 3. The Wilderness - Chapter 7. Intruders The Strolling Saint - Book 3. The Wilderness - Chapter 7. Intruders

The Strolling Saint - Book 3. The Wilderness - Chapter 7. Intruders
BOOK III. THE WILDERNESS CHAPTER VII. INTRUDERSIt was on Holy Thursday that the image usually began to bleed, and it would continue so to do until the dawn of Easter Sunday. Each day now, as the time drew nearer, I watched the image closely, and on the Wednesday I watched it with a dread anxiety I could not repress, for as yet there was no faintest sign. The brown streaks that marked the course of the last bleeding continued dry. All that night I prayed intently, in a torture of doubt, yet soothed a little by the gentle music that was... Long Stories - Post by : TheVCF - Date : May 2012 - Author : Rafael Sabatini - Read : 949

The Strolling Saint - Book 3. The Wilderness - Chapter 3. Gambara's Interests The Strolling Saint - Book 3. The Wilderness - Chapter 3. Gambara's Interests

The Strolling Saint - Book 3. The Wilderness - Chapter 3. Gambara's Interests
BOOK III. THE WILDERNESS CHAPTER III. GAMBARA'S INTERESTSI awakened to find a man standing beside me. He was muffled in a black cloak and carried a lanthorn. Behind him the door gaped as he had left it. Instantly I sat up, conscious of my circumstance and surroundings, and at my movement this visitor spoke. "You sleep very soundly for a man in your case." said he, and the voice was that of my Lord Gambara, its tone quite coldly critical. He set down the lanthorn on a stool, whence it shed a wheel of yellow light intersected with black beams. His... Long Stories - Post by : crosscountry - Date : May 2012 - Author : Rafael Sabatini - Read : 3279

The Strolling Saint - Book 3. The Wilderness - Chapter 2. The Captain Of Justice The Strolling Saint - Book 3. The Wilderness - Chapter 2. The Captain Of Justice

The Strolling Saint - Book 3. The Wilderness - Chapter 2. The Captain Of Justice
BOOK III. THE WILDERNESS CHAPTER II. THE CAPTAIN OF JUSTICEThere was a moment's silence after Rinolfo had flung that announcement. "The Captain of Justice?" quoth my mother at length, her voice startled. "What does he seek?" "The person of my Lord Agostino d'Anguissola," said Rinolfo steadily. She sighed very heavily. "A felon's end!" she murmured, and turned to me. "If thus you may expiate your sins," she said, speaking more gently, "let the will of Heaven be done. Admit the captain, Ser Rinolfo." He bowed, and turned sharply to depart. "Stay!" I cried, and rooted him there by the imperative note... Long Stories - Post by : crosscountry - Date : May 2012 - Author : Rafael Sabatini - Read : 2980

The Strolling Saint - Book 3. The Wilderness - Chapter 1. The Home-Coming The Strolling Saint - Book 3. The Wilderness - Chapter 1. The Home-Coming

The Strolling Saint - Book 3. The Wilderness - Chapter 1. The Home-Coming
BOOK III. THE WILDERNESS CHAPTER I. THE HOME-COMINGIt was still early morning when we came into the town of Mondolfo, my peasant escort and I. The day being Sunday there was little stir in the town at such an hour, and it presented a very different appearance from that which it had worn when last I had seen it. But the difference lay not only in the absence of bustle and the few folk abroad now as compared with that market-day on which, departing, I had ridden through it. I viewed the place to-day with eyes that were able to draw... Long Stories - Post by : crosscountry - Date : May 2012 - Author : Rafael Sabatini - Read : 708

The Strolling Saint - Book 2. Giuliana - Chapter 6. The Iron Girdle The Strolling Saint - Book 2. Giuliana - Chapter 6. The Iron Girdle

The Strolling Saint - Book 2. Giuliana - Chapter 6. The Iron Girdle
BOOK II. GIULIANA CHAPTER VI. THE IRON GIRDLEFrom the distance, drawing rapidly nearer and ringing sharply in the stillness of the night, came the clatter of a mule's hooves. But, though heard, it was scarcely heard consciously, and it certainly went unheeded until it was beneath the window and ceasing at the door. Giuliana's fingers locked themselves upon my arm in a grip of fear. "Who comes?" she asked, below her breath, fearfully. I sprang from the bed and crouched, listening, by the window, and so lost precious time. Out of the darkness Giuliana's voice spoke again, hoarsely now and trembling.... Long Stories - Post by : Odilia_Paula - Date : May 2012 - Author : Rafael Sabatini - Read : 3100

The Strolling Saint - Book 2. Giuliana - Chapter 5. Pabulum Acherontis The Strolling Saint - Book 2. Giuliana - Chapter 5. Pabulum Acherontis

The Strolling Saint - Book 2. Giuliana - Chapter 5. Pabulum Acherontis
BOOK II. GIULIANA CHAPTER V. PABULUM ACHERONTISIt was late that afternoon when Astorre Fifanti set out. He addressed a few brief words to me, informing me that he should return within four days, betide what might, setting me tasks upon which I was meanwhile to work, and bidding me keep the house and be circumspect during his absence. From the window of my room I saw the doctor get astride his mule. He was girt with a big sword, but he still wore his long, absurd and shabby gown and his loose, ill-fitting shoes, so that it was very likely that... Long Stories - Post by : Odilia_Paula - Date : May 2012 - Author : Rafael Sabatini - Read : 2162

The Strolling Saint - Book 2. Giuliana - Chapter 4. My Lord Gambara Clears The Ground The Strolling Saint - Book 2. Giuliana - Chapter 4. My Lord Gambara Clears The Ground

The Strolling Saint - Book 2. Giuliana - Chapter 4. My Lord Gambara Clears The Ground
BOOK II. GIULIANA CHAPTER IV. MY LORD GAMBARA CLEARS THE GROUNDI had angered her! Worse; I had exposed her to humiliation at the hands of that unworthy animal who soiled her in thought with the slime of his suspicions. Through me she had been put to the shameful need of listening at a door, and had been subjected to the ignominy of being so discovered. Through me she had been mocked and derided! It was all anguish to me. For her there was no shame, no humiliation, no pain I would not suffer, and take joy in the suffering so that... Long Stories - Post by : Odilia_Paula - Date : May 2012 - Author : Rafael Sabatini - Read : 2923