The moon was now low on the horizon and would soon disappear behind the hills; we should then be able to try our luck. What worried us most was the thought that beyond the main current of the Piave there 353 might be small enemy posts and it really would not be very pleasant to encounter an enemy post as soon as we left the stream. We took off all our clothing and left our clothes in a hole in the wheat-field. We kept on only our stockings to protect our feet somewhat from the rough stones and gravel7 on the river bed. Advancing cautiously we reached the brink8 of the river and slowly we pushed aside the leaves which closed noisily behind us after we had passed. The loose earth on the slope made a crunching9 sound beneath our weight although we wished to avoid making any suspicious sound. A dry twig10 crackled and we crouched11 and listened. We heard several voices coming from the path under the trees. We squatted12 on the ground, holding our breath, and we saw two soldiers pass.... Silence.... The noise of their iron shoes was lost in the distance. We continued our descent, we reached the first Cavallo di Frina and jumped over it, not 354 without hurting ourselves on the sharp stones which pierced our flesh so that we bled. We had to cross the most dangerous point, the one most exposed, because the vegetation was less dense13. We threw ourselves on all fours and crawled along on the gravel until we reached the first entanglement14. Instead of trying to pass over it, we looked for the attachments15 which anchored it to the ground and unfastening them we passed under. We did the same with the next. We heard no suspicious sound, there was absolute calm. An Italian searchlight which swerved16 at intervals17 annoyed us somewhat for fear its light might by chance fall on us. We silently crossed the short stretch which separated us from the first branch of the stream. When we reached the water we bathed our temples and drank a cool draught18 which gave us great relief. A deep joy possessed19 us for we believed we were free. We believed we could easily reach the other side. We 355 crossed many small courses where the water was very low and not rapid. At last we found ourselves in front of the main current and at once, from the noise of the current we realized this crossing would be far different from the others. We tried to enter the stream, but as soon as we had taken a few steps forward the impetuous water threatened to engulf20 us. We clasped ourselves tightly one to the other and tried to resist that we might advance, but the rushing current reached up to our necks and we should have had to struggle hard and long before reaching the other side. None of us was an expert swimmer, no one knew how to conquer the current, and after numerous attempts we returned to the bank, disappointed and disgusted that we could not cross. And now what should we do? I preferred to face a platoon of armed Austrians rather than struggle with this whirling water which I did not know, for unknown dangers have ever frightened me. 356 We dared not delay any longer and the only course left open to us was to return before dawn surprised us.
After numerous difficulties we succeeded in reaching the place where we had left our clothing; we dressed hurriedly and commenced our journey back. We felt very weary and hungry and all these sensations were rendered more acute by the disillusion21 and grief within us at not having got through. The distance to be traversed before we reached home again was great and after resting a short while in a house at Miane we walked by day on the main highway without worrying much about the gendarmes22. We wished to reach Tarzo before night, to reach the hospitable24 house where we should find a bit of food. Hunger gave wings to our feet. On the way we passed several platoons of gendarmes and in accordance with their usual system they all let us pass and then called us back at once to show our papers. These papers must have 357 been truly marvelous because no one questioned them and we proceeded without difficulties. My poor feet were in a pitiful condition and the rough, heavy underwear rubbing against the bruises25 made by the wires and entanglements26 hurt terribly.
Toward evening we reach Tarzo and after sleeping quietly for a few hours we sat on a little wall in the courtyard of the dwelling27 which housed us. While we are talking peacefully a marshal of the gendarmes followed by an interpreter entered. The marshal came straight towards us as though warned of our presence and asked us for our papers. He was a tall, heavy man with drooping29 mustache. His lean, yellowish face with high cheek bones bore the expression of one who is accustomed to command; his was the fierce face of the Magyars. In his hand he held a heavy stick which he struck impatiently on the ground. He turned towards the interpreter and said in German, “What ugly faces; they have a 358 suspicious appearance, especially that young man,” he points to Bottecchia, “he looks too young and strong not to be a soldier.”
The interpreter slowly repeated the questions of the marshal. “Show your papers.” I took out my paper, granting me permission to stay in invaded territory, very slowly not to betray by any excited gesture the inward apprehension30 which tortured me. I did not fear for myself, I did not tremble for my fate, but I feared for Bottecchia because I saw his strength was failing him, because I saw him grow pale.
The marshal examined my paper carefully and said, “Thirty-five years old and works at Vittorio ... we shall see....” He then turned toward my soldier and began to question him in detail. His questions were sharp and penetrating31 like steady drops of water which dig into a stone. I, who am fortunate enough to know German and can prepare an answer before the question is translated and repeated in Italian 359 by the interpreter, followed with indescribable trepidation32 the questions which fell like thunder-bolts on the head of Bottecchia. He betrayed himself in a thousand ways, he flushed and then at once became pale again, his voice was unsteady, uncertain, to be suspected. I stared steadily33 at him, I tried to support him with my look, to impress in his eyes my firm determination to resist, my fixed34 desire not to cede35; I felt stronger than my opponent, I felt that finally with the help of God I should conquer, with the strength of my nerves, the brutal36 bestiality of the Germans. Giovannino on the other hand was preparing his ruin.
“Well, my pretty young man, look into my eyes. Where were you born?”
“I was born at San Martino di Colle.”
The marshal was thoughtful, looked again at his papers and continued, “How is it you were born at San Martino di Colle when your papers say you were born at Vittorio?”
360 “That’s true,” answers Giovannino who for a moment seemed to have regained37 his wits at which I again had hope for him. “I was born at San Martino di Colle but I work at Vittorio and I had them draw up my papers in the place where I am stopping at present.”
“Where have you been?”
“We have been to see some friends here at Tarzo.”
“And how is it you are not working to-day?”
“Because I have been sick and for several days I have not been to work.”
The marshal mumbled38 in German, “Nice face for a sick man, with such high color. This young man must be one of those notorious ones.”
“What work do you do, if I am not indiscreet, and if you will permit me to question you?” He resumed his nervous whacking39 of the stick on the ground. “Come, now, answer. If you won’t answer when 361 we treat you kindly40 there are other treatments which will make you talk.”
“I am a carpenter.”
“And where are you employed at present?”
“I am working at the threshing-machine plant near Vittorio.”
“Show me your hands.”
Bottecchia showed his hands, but, alas41, they were as clean and white as those of a girl. The poor boy never would listen to me, he would never understand that every detail must be in tune42 with the character he was impersonating, and since we look like peasants our hands must be stained and hardened like those of peasants. The first day I landed in enemy territory I began to chop wood and to stain my fingers with mud and fig43 skin.
“These are not the hands of a laborer44. I understand. Come with us. Step inside the house for I want to see what you have on you.”
362 They took him between them, led him to the nearby house, and disappeared in the shadow of the doorway45. From that moment I have never more seen Bottecchia.
Nothing could be done, there was no way for me to help him. A damning fact stood out against him. We had to try to save ourselves, to find a refuge before they returned and with Rino, who sat apart on the little wall and had looked on passively at the terrible scene, I began to run rapidly. Giovannino’s arrest troubled me but I had not lost all hope. My soldier could not have any incriminating documents on him and in the end, when they realized the validity of his papers, for they are valid46 because Brunora had reported them formerly47 in the register at the Headquarters at Tappa di Vittorio, they would let him free and the worst that could happen to him was a good beating such as the Austrians always give out on similar occasions.
Without much haste we followed the 363 road back home and reached our familiar wood in the early hours of the morning. There I found several pigeons brought by the priests. I eagerly asked whether any aeroplane had sent forth48 the smoke signal for which we have been waiting and they answered that no Italian plane had flown over that territory since the day we had left. While I was eating a bite in the house of Maria de Luca, who had done her best to comfort me and assure me that Giovannino would soon return, a woman, disheveled and weeping, entered hurriedly. I recognized her, for she was the wife of our host at Tarzo. She gesticulated more than she spoke49 and at first was so excited that I could not understand a single word. Finally from the brief phrases which rose above her whimpers and sobs50 I understood the seriousness of the situation.
“They have arrested even my husband, they have taken Giovannino to headquarters. They searched him and have discovered 364 that you are spies, and now they are beating both him and my husband because they say they are the accomplices51 and they want to find out who is the organizer, the principal, the man with the beard who has escaped and whom they are now seeking. On my way here I met a platoon of gendarmes going about to arrest the man with the beard because on him falls the greatest suspicion.”
I tried to comfort her. I could believe all she said to be exact. How could they know we were spies unless these two had confessed? I knew that the peasant women had a habit of exaggerating and therefore, it was probable that the situation was far less serious than she reported it to be. However, I deemed it well to shave off my beard and to keep only my mustache. If they should arrest me, not knowing me, they could not suspect I was the man with the beard. However, there was another difficulty; without a beard and with my hair cut short I 365 should appear much younger than before and so with a soft piece of bread I erased52 the “3” on my paper and changed it into a “2.” By now my paper was so soiled and creased53 that they would never be able to discern this slight falsification. However, the outlook was not cheerful and to find out more exactly what was happening I begged my landlady54 to go to the pastor55 at Tarzo who would probably be able to give her some details. Maria, with her customary kindness, left the oldest of her boys and I hid in the woods anxiously awaiting her return. After several hours she came to my hiding place in the woods and brought me the following news: “It is true they have arrested the owner of the house and they are now beating him and Giovannino. They suspect both of them of being spies for they have found on Giovannino a compromising document.”
“How could they find a compromising document when he did not have any?”
366 “Yes, they have found one of those small slips of paper on which you used to write the pigeon messages. Nothing is written on the slip but there are printed directions on it about like this, ‘Hour of departure, hour of arrival, pigeon-house, register of the pigeon.’”
These details proved beyond a doubt that what Maria told me was exact.
“This proof confirmed their suspicions and they are now using violence on them to try to make them confess where the man with the beard is hidden. Giovannino has not said a single word and they are torturing him in many ways. They keep him handcuffed, they will not let him sleep and they try to trick him into confessing in a moment of weakness.”
The situation was really far more serious than I had suspected and as though this were not enough, towards evening they brought me news that Maria Bottecchia, the sister of Giovannino, had also been arrested 367 in Minelle, by a platoon of gendarmes. At last I fully28 realized the danger which threatened me, and I decided56 it was absolutely necessary to move from this region that the gendarmes might lose track of me. I still had two pigeons with me. I filled several pages with reports, made an appointment with the “Voisin” for the twenty-sixth and considered the danger which menaced me. As Bottecchia had been arrested and the gendarmes were almost at my heels I decided to leave for Sarone, and try to find lodging57 in the little isolated58 house at the top of the hill near which we had rested on the first day after our arrival.
On a recent journey to the field where the aeroplane was supposed to come for us I recognized certain peasants who still had some food hidden and they were truly hospitable. They had fed me and would not accept any recompense. They were ignorant of my mission, that I was an Italian officer, and therefore, without offering them any 368 explanation I would be able to return there and ask them for hospitality.
While a terrible thunder-storm raged through the mountains and the rain fell in torrents59 I traversed the long stretch of road which separated me from Sarone. That terrible weather was really favorable because no gendarme23 would venture forth in such weather. When I reached the house on the top of the hill the welcome was not what I had expected. Recently the Austrians had seized all the food the peasants had hidden and a requisitioning commission had taken away the wheat and left them with barely enough to appease60 their hunger. Under such conditions the peasants could not be as generous as in the past. Furthermore, a gendarme was killed recently in the surrounding woods and the police wandered about continuously seeking traces of the assassin. The mistress of the house made me understand that it would be difficult for them to house me a long time and, for the 369 present, so as not to arouse suspicion she preferred that I live in the wood.
Every day the absence of Bottecchia became more painful and I tormented61 myself when I thought that I was indirectly62 the cause of his misfortune because I was the one who had invited him to essay this undertaking63. I wished to share his lot with him, to comfort and sustain him in the sorrows and anguishes64 of prison life. This isolation65 oppressed me. The absolute lack of any news worried me. Our aeroplanes who undoubtedly66 came to photograph the signals, did not find any and from this, and my last message which announced I was in danger, they must infer that I had disappeared and who knows when I should be able to resume communications with them! I did not think it likely that the “Voisin” would come to Praterie Forcate on the twenty-sixth without first warning me with a smoke signal.
For almost three days I lived sleeping in the woods and eating the little which the 370 owners of the house could spare. The hot rays of the sun fell obliquely67 over my head and in certain hours of the day it was impossible to find a patch of shade under the thorny68, burnt trees. The heavy atmosphere was really unbearable69. The flies buzzed and tormented me continuously and the ants and mosquitoes did not give me a moment’s rest. I felt as if I had been forsaken70 by everyone, and after so many hardships I began to feel that my strength was diminishing, whereas, I needed all my calm, all my cold, steady nerves to carry me through my present predicament. For the past twenty-four hours I had not been able to eat or drink because the gendarmes were always about in the woods and the women feared to bring me the little food they usually did, lest they arouse the suspicion of the guards. All day long I lay exhausted72 on the ground, and I believed that if the gendarmes were to come I should not have enough strength even to get up, much less 371 to flee. I felt so changed, and I began to realize that courage is for the most part due to a full stomach. When I moved, my head whirled, and when I tried to walk a few steps to see if the gendarmes were still around, my legs would not support me; I tottered73 and fell heavily to the ground.
“Oh God, God, do not forsake71 me. If you have willed these sufferings should fall on me as expiation74, may they be welcome, but do not take from me the strength to support them, do not take from me the strength to endure them to the very end with resignation.”
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