But not all the feet in the Piazza were hastening towards the steps. People of high and low degree were moving to and fro with the brisk pace of men who had errands before them; groups of talkers were thickly scattered5, some willing to be late for the sermon, and others content not to hear it at all.
The expression on the faces of these apparent loungers was not that of men who are enjoying the pleasant laziness of an opening holiday. Some were in close and eager discussion; others were listening with keen interest to a single spokesman, and yet from time to time turned round with a scanning glance at any new passer-by. At the corner, looking towards the Via de’ Cerretani — just where the artificial rainbow light of the Piazza ceased, and the grey morning fell on the sombre stone houses — there was a remarkable7 cluster of the working people, most of them bearing on their dress or persons the signs of their daily labour, and almost all of them carrying some weapon, or some tool which might serve as a weapon upon occasion. Standing8 in the grey light of the street, with bare brawny9 arms and soiled garments, they made all the more striking the transition from the brightness of the Piazza. They were listening to the thin notary10, Ser Cioni, who had just paused on his way to the Duomo. His biting words could get only a contemptuous reception two years and a half before in the Mercato, but now he spoke6 with the more complacent11 humour of a man whose party is uppermost, and who is conscious of some influence with the people.
‘Never talk to me,’ he was saying, in his incisive12 voice, ‘never talk to me of bloodthirsty Swiss or fierce French infantry13: they might as well be in the narrow passes of the mountains as in our streets; and peasants have destroyed the finest armies of our condottieri in time past, when they had once got them between steep precipices14. I tell you, Florentines need be afraid of no army in their own streets.’
‘That’s true, Ser Cioni,’ said a man whose arms and hands were discoloured by crimson15 dye, which looked like bloodstains, and who had a small hatchet16 stuck in his belt; ‘and those French cavaliers, who came in squaring themselves in their smart doublets the other day, saw a sample of the dinner we could serve up for them. I was carrying my cloth in Ognissanti, when I saw my fine Messeri going by, looking round as if they thought the houses of the Vespucci and the Agli a poor pick of lodgings17 for them, and eyeing us Florentines, like top-knotted cocks as they are, as if they pitied us because we didn’t know how to strut18. “Yes, my fine Galli,” says I, “stick out your stomachs; I’ve got a meat-axe19 in my belt that will go inside you all the easier;” when presently the old cow lowed, and I knew something had happened — no matter what. So I threw my cloth in at the first doorway20, and took hold of my meat-axe and ran after my fine cavaliers towards the Vigna Nuova. And, “What is it, Guccio?” said I, when he came up with me. “I think it’s the Medici coming back,” said Guccio. Bembe!’ I expected so! And up we reared a barricade21, and the Frenchmen looked behind and saw themselves in a trap; and up comes a good swarm22 of our Ciompi, and one of them with a big scythe23 he had in his hand mowed24 off one of the fine cavalier’s feathers:— it’s true! And the lasses peppered a few stones down to frighten them. However, Piero de’ Medici wasn’t come after all; and it was a pity; for we’d have left him neither legs nor wings to go away with again.’
‘Well spoken, Oddo,’ said a young butcher, with his knife at his belt; ‘and it’s my belief Piero will be a good while before he wants to come back, for he looked as frightened as a hunted chicken, when we hustled25 and pelted26 him in the piazza. He’s a coward, else he might have made a better stand when he’d got his horsemen. But we’ll swallow no Medici any more, whatever else the Frtench king wants to make us swallow.’
‘But I like not those French cannon27 they talk of,’ said Goro, none the less fat for two years’ additional grievances28. ‘San Giovanni defend us! If Messer Domeneddio means so well by us as your Frate says he does, Ser Cioni, why shouldn’t he have sent the French another way to Naples?’
‘Ay, Goro,’ said the dyer; ‘that’s a question worth putting. Thou art not such a pumpkin-head as I took thee for. Why, they might have gone to Naples by Bologna, eh, Ser Cioni? or if they’d gone to Arezzo — we wouldn’t have minded their going to Arezzo.’
‘Fools! It will be for the good and glory of Florence,’ Ser Cioni began. But he was interrupted by the exclamation29, ‘Look there!’ which burst from several voices at once, while the faces were all turned to a party who were advancing along the Via de’ Cerretani.
‘It’s Lorenzo Tornabuoni, and one of the French noblemen who are in his house,’ said Ser Cioni, in some contempt at this interruption. ‘He pretends to look well satisfied — that deep Tornabuoni — but he’s a Medicean in his heart: mind that.’
The advancing party was rather a brilliant one, for there was not only the distinguished30 presence of Lorenzo Tornabuoni, and the splendid costume of the Frenchman with his elaborately displayed white linen31 and gorgeous embroidery32; there were two other Florentines of high birth in handsome dresses donned for the coming procession, and on the left hand of the Frenchman was a figure that was not to be eclipsed by any amount of intention or brocade — a figure we have often seen before. He wore nothing but black, for he was in mourning; but the black was presently to be covered by a red mantle33, for he too was to walk in procession as Latin Secretary to the Ten. Tito Melema had become conspicuously35 serviceable in the intercourse36 with the French guests, from his familiarity with Southern Italy, and his readiness in the French tongue, which he had spoken in his early youth; and he had paid more than one visit to the French camp at Signa. The lustre37 of good fortune was upon him; he was smiling, listening, and explaining, with his usual graceful38 unpretentious ease, and only a very keen eye bent39 on studying him could have marked a certain amount of change in him which was not to be accounted for by the lapse40 of eighteen months. It was that change which comes from the final departure of moral youthfulness — from the distinct self-conscious adoption41 of a part in life. The lines of the face were as soft as ever, the eyes as pellucid42; but something was gone — something as indefinable as the changes in the morning twilight43.
The Frenchman was gathering44 instructions concerning ceremonial before riding back to Signa, and now he was going to have a final survey of the Piazza del Duomo, where the royal procession was to pause for religious purposes. The distinguished party attracted the notice of all eyes as it entered the piazza, but the gaze was not entirely45 cordial and admiring; there were remarks not altogether allusive46 and mysterious to the Frenchman’s hoof-shaped shoes — delicate flattery of royal superfluity in toes; and there was no care that certain snarlings at ‘Mediceans’ should be strictly48 inaudible. But Lorenzo Tornabuoni possessed49 that power of dissembling annoyance50 which is demanded in a man who courts popularity, and Tito, besides his natural disposition51 to overcome ill-will by good-humour, had the unimpassioned feeling of the alien towards names and details that move the deepest passions of the native.
Arrived where they could get a good oblique52 view of the Duomo, the party paused. The festoons and devices placed over the central doorway excited some demur53, and Tornabuoni beckoned54 to Piero di Cosimo, who, as was usual with him at this hour, was lounging in front of Nello’s shop. There was soon an animated55 discussion, and it became highly amusing from the Frenchman’s astonishment56 at Piero’s odd pungency57 of statement, which Tito translated literally58. Even snarling47 onlookers59 became curious, and their faces began to wear the half-smiling, half-humiliated expression of people who are not within hearing of the joke which is producing infectious laughter. It was a delightful60 moment for Tito, for he was the only one of the party who could have made so amusing an interpreter, and without any disposition to triumphant61 self-gratulation he revelled62 in the sense that he was an object of liking63 — he basked64 in approving glances. The rainbow light fell about the laughing group, and the grave church-goers had all disappeared within the walls. It semed as if the piazza had been decorated for a real Florentine holiday.
Meanwhile in the grey light of the unadorned streets there were on-comers who made no show of linen and brocade, and whose humour was far from merry. Here, too, the French dress and hoofed65 shoes were conspicuous34, but they were being pressed upon by a larger and larger number of non-admiring Florentines. In the van of the crowd were three men in scanty67 clothing; each had his hands bound together by a cord, and a rope was fastened round his neck and body, in such a way that he who held the extremity68 of the rope might easily check any rebellious69 movement by the threat of throttling70. The men who held the ropes were French soldiers, and by broken Italian phrases and strokes from the knotted end of the rope, they from time to time stimulated71 their prisoners to beg. Two of them were obedient, and to every Florentine they had encountered had held out their bound hands and said in piteous tones —
‘For the love of God and the Holy Madonna, give us something towards our ransom72! We are Tuscans: we were made prisoners in Lunigiana.’
But the third man remained obstinately73 silent under all the strokes from the knotted cord. He was very different in aspect from his two fellow-prisoners. They were young and hardy74, and, in the scant66 clothing which the avarice75 of their captors had left them, looked like vulgar, sturdy mendicants. But he had passed the boundary of old age, and could hardly be less than four or five and sixty. His beard, which had grown long in neglect, and the hair which fell thick and straight round his baldness, were nearly white. His thickset figure was still firm and upright, though emaciated76, and seemed to express energy in spite of age — an expression that was partly carried out in the dark eyes and strong dark eyebrows77, which had a strangely isolated78 intensity79 of colour in the midst of his yellow, bloodless, deep-wrinkled face with its lank80 grey hairs. And yet there was something fitful in the eyes which contradicted the occasional flash of energy: after looking round with quick fierceness at windows and faces, they fell again with a lost and wandering look. But his lips were motionless, and he held his hands resolutely81 down. He would not beg.
This sight had been witnessed by the Florentines with growing exasperation82. Many standing at their doors or passing quietly along had at once given money — some in half-automatic response to an appeal in the name of God, others in that unquestioning awe83 of the French soldiery which had been created by the reports of their cruel warfare84, and on which the French themselves counted as a guarantee of immunity85 in their acts of insolence86. But as the group had proceeded farther into the heart of the city, that compliance87 had gradually disappeared, and the soldiers found themselves escorted by a gathering troop of men and boys, who kept up a chorus of exclamations88 sufficiently89 intelligible90 to foreign ears without any interpreter. The soldiers themselves began to dislike their position, for, with a strong inclination91 to use their weapons, they were checked by the necessity for keeping a secure hold on their prisoners, and they were now hurrying along in the hope of finding shelter in a hostelry.
‘French dogs!’ ‘Bullock-feet!’ ‘Snatch their pikes from them!’ ‘Cut the cords and make them run for their prisoners. They’ll run as fast as geese — don’t you see they’re web-footed?’ These were the cries which the soldiers vaguely92 understood to be jeers93, and probably threats. But every one seemed disposed to give invitations of this spirited kind rather than to act upon them.
‘Santiddio! here’s a sight!’ said the dyer, as soon as he had divined the meaning of the advancing tumult94, ‘and the fools do nothing but hoot95. Come along!’ he added, snatching his axe from his belt, and running to join the crowd, followed by the butcher and all the rest of his companions, except Goro, who hastily retreated up a narrow passage.
The sight of the dyer, running forward with blood-red arms and axe uplifted, and with his cluster of rough companions behind him, had a stimulating96 effect on the crowd. Not that he did anything else than pass beyond the soldiers and thrust himself well among his fellow-citizens, flourishing his axe; but he served as a stirring symbol of street-fighting, like the waving of a well-known gonfalon. And the first sign that fire was ready to burst out was something as rapid as a little leaping tongue of flame: it was an act of the conjuror’s impish lad Lollo, who was dancing and jeering97 in front of the ingenuous98 boys that made the majority of the crowd. Lollo had no great compassion99 for the prisoners, but being conscious of an excellent knife which was his unfailing companion, it had seemed to him from the first that to jump forward, cut a rope, and leap back again before the soldier who held it could use his weapon, would be an amusing and dexterous100 piece of mischief101. And now, when the people began to hoot and jostle more vigorously, Lollo felt that his moment was come — he was close to the eldest102 prisoner: in an instant he had cut the cord.
‘Run, old one!’ he piped in the prisoner’s ear, as soon as the cord was in two; and himself set the example of running as if he were helped along with wings, like a scared fowl103.
The prisoner’s sensations were not too slow for him to seize the opportunity: the idea of escape had been continually present with him, and he had gathered fresh hope from the temper of the crowd. He ran at once; but his speed would hardly have sufficed for him if the Florentines had not instantaneously rushed between him and his captor. He ran on into the piazza, but he quickly heard the tramp of feet behind him, for the other two prisoners had been released, and the soldiers were struggling and fighting their way after them, in such tardigrade fashion as their hoof-shaped shoes would allow — impeded104, but not very resolutely attacked, by the people. One of the two younger prisoners turned up the Borgo di San Lorenzo, and thus made a partial diversion of the hubbub105; but the main struggle was still towards the piazza, where all eyes were turned on it with alarmed curiosity. The cause could not be precisely106 guessed, for the French dress was screened by the impeding107 crowd.
‘An escape of prisoners,’ said Lorenzo Tornabuoni, as he and his party turned round just against the steps of the Duomo, and saw a prisoner rushing by them. ‘The people are not content with having emptied the Bargello the other day. If there is no other authority in sight they must fall on the sbirri and secure freedom to thieves. Ah! there is a French soldier: that is more serious.’
The soldier he saw was struggling along on the north side of the piazza, but the object of his pursuit had taken the other direction. That object was the eldest prisoner, who had wheeled round the Baptistery and was running towards the Duomo, determined108 to take refuge in that sanctuary109 rather than trust to his speed. But in mounting the steps, his foot received a shock; he was precipitated110 towards the group of signori, whose backs were turned to him, and was only able to recover his balance as he clutched one of them by the arm.
It was Tito Melema who felt that clutch. He turned his head, and saw the face of his adoptive father, Baldassarre Calvo, close to his own.
The two men looked at each other, silent as death: Baldassarre, with dark fierceness and a tightening111 grip of the soiled worn hands on the velvet-clad arm; Tito, with cheeks and lips all bloodless, fascinated by terror. It seemed a long while to them — it was but a moment.
The first sound Tito heard was the short laugh of Piero di Cosimo, who stood close by him and was the only person that could see his face.
‘Ha, ha! I know what a ghost should be now.’
‘This is another escaped prisoner,’ said Lorenzo Tornabuoni. ‘Who is he, I wonder?’
‘Some madman, surely,’ said Tito.
He hardly knew how the words had come to his lips: there are moments when our passions speak and decide for us, and we seem to stand by and wonder. They carry in them an inspiration of crime, that in one instant does the work of long premeditation.
The two men had not taken their eyes off each other, and it seemed to Tito, when he had spoken, that some magical poison had darted112 from Baldassarre’s eyes, and that he felt it rushing through his veins113. But the next instant the grasp on his arm had relaxed, and Baldassarre had disappeared within the church.
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infantry
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hatchet
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