That bust of Plato had been long used to look down on conviviality14 of a more transcendental sort, for it had been brought from Lorenzo’s villa15 after his death, when the meetings of the Platonic16 Academy had been transferred to these gardens. Especially on every thirteenth of November, reputed anniversary of Plato’s death, it had looked down from under laurel leaves on a picked company of scholars and philosophers, who met to eat and drink with moderation, and to discuss and admire, perhaps with less moderation, the doctrines19 of the great master:— on Pico della Mirandola, once a Quixotic young genius with long curls, astonished at his own powers and astonishing Rome with heterodox theses; afterwards a more humble20 student with a consuming passion for inward perfection, having come to find the universe more astonishing than his own cleverness:— on innocent, laborious21 Marsilio Ficino, picked out young to be reared as a Platonic philosopher, and fed on Platonism in all its stages till his mind was perhaps a little pulpy22 from that too exclusive diet:— on Angelo Poliziano, chief literary genius of that age, a born poet, and a scholar without dulness, whose phrases had blood in them and are alive still:— or, further back, on Leon Battista Alberti, a reverend senior when those three were young, and of a much grander type than they, a robust23, universal mind, at once practical and theoretic, artist, man of science, inventor, poet:— and on many more valiant24 workers whose names are not registered where every day we turn the leaf to read them, but whose labours make a part, though an unrecognised part, of our inheritance, like the ploughing and sowing of past generations.
Bernardo Rucellai was a man to hold a distinguished25 place in that Academy even before he became its host and patron. He was still in the prime of life, not more than four and forty, with a somewhat haughty26, cautiously dignified27 presence; conscious of an amazingly pure Latinity, but, says Erasmus, not to be caught speaking Latin — no word of Latin to be sheared28 off him by the sharpest of Teutons. He welcomed Tito with more marked favour than usual and gave him a place between Lorenzo Tornabuoni and Giannozzo Pucci, both of them accomplished29 young members of the Medicean party.
Of course the talk was the lightest in the world while the brass30 bowl filled with scented31 water was passing round, that the company might wash their hands, and rings flashed on white fingers under the wax-lights, and there was the pleasant fragrance32 of fresh white damask newly come from France. The tone of remark was a very common one in those times. Some one asked what Dante’s pattern old Florentine would think if the life could come into him again under his leathern belt and bone clasp, and he could see silver forks on the table? And it was agreed on all hands that the habits of posterity33 would be very surprising to ancestors, if ancestors could only know them.
And while the silver forks were just dallying34 with the appetising delicacies35 that introduced the more serious business of the supper — such as morsels36 of liver, cooked to that exquisite37 point that they would melt in the mouth — there was time to admire the designs on the enamelled silver centres of the brass service, and to say something, as usual, about the silver dish for confetti, a masterpiece of Antonio Pollajuolo, whom patronising Popes had seduced39 from his native Florence to more gorgeous Rome.
‘Ah, I remember,’ said Niccolo Ridolfi, a middle-aged40 man, with that negligent41 ease of manner which, seeming to claim nothing, is really based on the life-long consciousness of commanding rank — ‘I remember our Antonio getting bitter about his chiselling42 and enamelling of these metal things, and taking in a fury to painting, because, said he, “the artist who puts his work into gold and silver, puts his brains into the melting-pot.” ’
‘And that is not unlikely to be a true foreboding of Antonio’s,’ said Giannozzo Pucci. ‘If this pretty war with Pisa goes on, and the revolt only spreads a little to our other towns, it is not only our silver dishes that are likely to go; I doubt whether Antonio’s silver saints round the altar of San Giovanni will not some day vanish from the eyes of the faithful to be worshipped more devoutly43 in the form of coin.’
‘The Frate is preparing us for that already,’ said Tornabuoni. ‘He is telling the people that God will not have silver crucifixes and starving stomachs; and that the church is best adorned44 with the gems45 of holiness and the fine gold of brotherly love.’
‘A very useful doctrine18 of war-finance, as many a Condottiere has found,’ said Bernardo Rucellai, drily. ‘But politics come on after the confetti, Lorenzo, when we can drink wine enough to wash them down; they are too solid to be taken with roast and boiled.’
‘Yes, indeed,’ said Niccolo Ridolfi. ‘Our Luigi Pulci would have said this delicate boiled kid must be eaten with an impartial47 mind. I remember one day at Careggi, when Luigi was in his rattling48 vein49, he was maintaining that nothing perverted50 the palate like opinion. “Opinion,” said he, “corrupts the saliva51 — that’s why men took to pepper. Scepticism is the only philosophy that doesn’t bring a taste in the mouth.” “Nay52,” says poor Lorenzo de’ Medici, “you must be out there, Luigi. Here is this untainted sceptic, Matteo Franco,’ who wants hotter sauce than any of us.” “Because he has a strong opinion of himself,” flashes out Luigi, “which is the original egg of all other opinion. He is sceptic? He believes in the immortality53 of his own verses. He is such a logician54 as that preaching friar who described the pavement of the bottomless pit.” Poor Luigi! his mind was like sharpest steel that can touch nothing without cutting.’
‘And yet a very gentle-hearted creature,’ said Giannozzo Pucci. ‘It seemed to me his talk was a mere55 blowing of soap-bubbles. What dithyrambss he went into about eating and drinking! and yet he was as temperate56 as a butterfly.’
The light talk and the solid eatables were not soon at an end, for after the roast and boiled meats came the indispensable capon and game, and, crowning glory of a well-spread table, a peacock cooked according to the receipt of Apicius for cooking partridges, namely, with the feathers on, but not plucked afterwards, as that great authority ordered concerning his partridges; on the contrary, so disposed on the dish that it might look as much as possible like a live peacock taking its unboiled repose58. Great was the skill required in that confidential59 servant who was the official carver, respectfully to turn the classical though insipid60 bird on its back, and expose the plucked breast from which he was to dispense61 a delicate slice to each of the honourable62 company, unless any one should be of so independent a mind as to decline that expensive toughness and prefer the vulgar digestibility of capon.
Hardly any one was so bold. Tito quoted Horace and dispersed63 his slice in small particles over his plate; Bernardo Rucellai made a learned observation about the ancient price of peacocks’ eggs, but did not pretend to eat his slice; and Niccolo Ridolfi held a mouthful on his fork while he told a favourite story of Luigi Pulci’s, about a man of Siena, who, wanting to give a splendid entertainment at moderate expense, bought a wild goose, cut off its beak64 and webbed feet, and boiled it in its feathers, to pass for a pea-hen.
In fact, very little peacock was eaten; but there was the satisfaction of sitting at a table where peacock was served up in a remarkable65 manner, and of knowing that such caprices were not within reach of any but those who supped with the very wealthiest men. And it would have been rashness to speak slightingly of peacock’s flesh, or any other venerable institution, at a time when Fra Girolamo was teaching the disturbing doctrine that it was not the duty of the rich to be luxurious66 for the sake of the poor.
Meanwhile, in the chill obscurity that surrounded this centre of warmth, and light, and savoury odours, the lonely disowned man was walking in gradually narrowing circuits. He paused among the trees, and looked in at the windows, which made brilliant pictures against the gloom. He could hear the laughter; he could see Tito gesticulating with careless grace, and hear his voice, now alone, now mingling67 in the merry confusion of interlacing speeches. Baldassarre’s mind was highly strung. He was preparing himself for the moment when he could win his entrance into this brilliant company; and he had a savage68 satisfaction in the sight of Tito’s easy gaiety, which seemed to be preparing the unconscious victim for more effective torture.
But the men seated among the branching tapers69 and the flashing cups could know nothing of the pale fierce face that watched them from without. The light can be a curtain as well as the darkness.
And the talk went on with more eagerness as it became less disconnected and trivial. The sense of citizenship71 was just then strongly forced even on the most indifferent minds. What the overmastering Fra Girolamo was saying and prompting was really uppermost in the thoughts of every one at table; and before the stewed72 fish was removed, and while the favourite sweets were yet to come, his name rose to the surface of the conversation, and, in spite of Rucellai’s previous prohibition73, the talk again became political. At first, while the servants remained present, it was mere gossip: what had been done in the Palazzo on the first day’s voting for the Great Council; how hot-tempered and domineering Francesco Valori was, as if he were to have everything his own way by right of his austere74 virtue12; and how it was clear to everybody who heard Soderini’s speeches in favour of the Great Council and also heard the Frate’s sermons, that they were both kneaded in the same trough.
‘My opinion is,’ said Niccolo Ridolfi, ‘that the Frate has a longer head for public matters than Soderini or any Piagnone among them: you may depend on it that Soderini is his mouthpiece more than he is Soderini’s.’
‘No, Niccolo; there I differ from you,’ said Bernardo Rucellai: ‘the Frate has an acute mind, and readily sees what will serve his own ends; but it is not likely that Pagolantonio Soderini, who has had long experience of affairs, and has specially17 studied the Venetian Council, should be much indebted to a monk75 for ideas on that subject. No, no; Soderini loads the cannon76; though, I grant you, Fra Girolamo brings the powder and lights the match. He is master of the people, and the people are getting master of us. Ecco!’
‘Well,’ said Lorenzo Tornabuoni, presently, when the room was clear of servants, and nothing but wine was passing round, ‘whether Soderini is indebted or not, we are indebted to the Frate for the general amnesty which has gone along with the scheme of the Council. We might have done without the fear of God and the reform of morals being passed by a majority of black beans; but that excellent proposition, that our Medicean heads should be allowed to remain comfortably on our shoulders, and that we should not be obliged to hand over our property in fines, has my warm approval, and it is my belief that nothing but the Frate’s predominance could have procured77 that for us. And you may rely on it that Fra Girolamo is as firm as a rock on that point of promoting peace. I have had an interview with him.’
There was a murmur78 of surprise and curiosity at the farther end of the table; but Bernardo Rucellai simply nodded, as if he knew what Tornabuoni had to say, and wished him to go on.
‘Yes,’ proceeded Tornabuoni, ‘I have been favoured with an interview in the Frate’s own cell, which, let me tell you, is not a common favour; for I have reason to believe that even Francesco Valori very seldom sees him in private. However, I think he saw me the more willingly because I was not a ready-made follower79, but had to be converted. And, for my part, I see clearly enough that the only safe and wise policy for us Mediceans to pursue is to throw our strength into the scale of the Frate’s party. We are not strong enough to make head on our own behalf; and if the Frate and the popular party were upset, every one who hears me knows perfectly80 well what other party would be uppermost just now: Nerli, Alberti, Pazzi, and the rest — Arrabbiati, as somebody christened them the other day — who, instead of giving us an amnesty, would be inclined to fly at our throats like mad dogs, and not be satisfied till they had banished81 half of us.’
There were strong interjections of assent82 to this last sentence of Tornabuoni’s, as he paused and looked round a moment.
‘A wise dissimulation83,’ he went on, ‘is the only course for moderate rational men in times of violent party feeling. I need hardly tell this company what are my real political attachments84: I am not the only man here who has strong personal ties to the banished family; but, apart from any such ties, I agree with my more experienced friends, who are allowing me to speak for them in their presence, that the only lasting85 and peaceful state of things for Florence is the predominance of some single family interest. This theory of the Frate’s, that we are to have a popular government, in which every man is to strive only for the general good, and know no party names, is a theory that may do for some isle86 of Cristoforo Colombo’s finding, but will never do for our fine old quarrelsome Florence. A change must come before long, and with patience and caution we have every chance of determining the change in our favour. Meanwhile, the best thing we can do will be to keep the Frate’s flag flying, for if any other were to be hoisted87 just now it would be a black flag for us.’
‘It’s true,’ said Niccolo Ridolfi, in a curt70 decisive way. ‘What you say is true, Lorenzo. For my own part, I am too old for anybody to believe that I’ve changed my feathers. And there are certain of us — our old Bernardo del Nero for one — whom you would never persuade to borrow another man’s shield. But we can lie still, like sleepy old dogs; and it’s clear enough that barking would be of no use just now. As for this psalm-singing party, who vote for nothing but the glory of God, and want to make believe we can all love each other, and talk as if vice38 could be swept out with a besom by the Magnificent Eight, their day will not be a long one. After all the talk of scholars, there are but two sorts of government: one where men show their teeth at each other, and one where men show their tongues and lick the feet of the strongest. They’ll get their Great Council finally voted to-morrow — that’s certain enough — and they’ll think they’ve found out a new plan of government; but as sure as there’s a human skin under every lucco in the Council, their new plan will end like every other, in snarling88 or in licking. That’s my view of things as a plain man. Not that I consider it becoming in men of family and following, who have got others depending on their constancy and on their sticking to their colours, to go a-hunting with a fine net to catch reasons in the air, like doctors of law. I say frankly89 that, as the head of my family, I shall be true to my old alliances; and I have never yet seen any chalk-mark on political reasons to tell me which is true and which is false. My friend Bernardo Rucellai here is a man of reasons, I know, and I have no objection to anybody’s finding fine-spun reasons for me, so that they don’t interfere90 with my actions as a man of family who has faith to keep with his connections.’
‘If that is an appeal to me, Niccolo,’ said Bernardo Rucellai, with a formal dignity, in amusing contrast with Ridolfi’s curt and pithy91 ease, ‘I may take this opportunity of saying, that while my wishes are partly determined92 by long-standing93 personal relations, I cannot enter into any positive schemes with persons over whose actions I have no control. I myself might be content with a restoration of the old order of things; but with modifications94 — with important modifications. And the one point on which I wish to declare my concurrence95 with Lorenzo Tornabuoni is, that the best policy to be pursued by our friends is, to throw the weight of their interest into the scale of the popular party. For myself, I condescend96 to no dissimulation; nor do I at present see the party or the scheme that commands my full assent. In all alike there is crudity97 and confusion of ideas, and of all the twenty men who are my colleagues in the present crisis, there is not one with whom I do not find myself in wide disagreement.’
Niccolo Ridolfi shrugged98 his shoulders, and left it to some one else to take up the ball. As the wine went round the talk became more and more frank and lively, and the desire of several at once to be the chief speaker, as usual caused the company to break up into small knots of two and three.
It was a result which had been foreseen by Lorenzo Tornabuoni and Giannozzo Pucci, and they were among the first to turn aside from the highroad of general talk and enter into a special conversation with Tito, who sat between them; gradually pushing away their seats, and turning their backs on the table and wine.
‘In truth, Melema,’ Tornabuoni was saying at this stage, laying one hose-clad leg across the knee of the other, and caressing100 his ankle, ‘I know of no man in Florence who can serve our party better than you. You see what most of our friends are: men who can no more hide their prejudices than a dog can hide the natural tone of his bark, or else men whose political ties are so notorious, that they must always be objects of suspicion. Giannozzo here, and I, I flatter myself, are able to overcome that suspicion; we have that power of concealment101 and finesse102, without which a rational cultivated man, instead of having any prerogative103, is really at a disadvantage compared with a wild bull or a savage. But, except yourself, I know of no one else on whom we could rely for the necessary discretion104.’
‘Yes,’ said Giannozzo Pucci, laying his hand on Tito’s shoulder, ‘the fact is, Tito mio, you can help us better than if you were Ulysses himself, for I am convinced that Ulysses often made himself disagreeable. To manage men one ought to have a sharp mind in a velvet105 sheath. And there is not a soul in Florence who could undertake a business like this journey to Rome, for example, with the same safety that you can. There is your scholarship, which may always be a pretext106 for such journeys; and what is better, there is your talent, which it would be harder to match than your scholarship. Niccolo Macchiavelli might have done for us if he had been on our side, but hardly so well. He is too much bitten with notions, and has not your power of fascination107. All the worse for him. He has lost a great chance in life, and you have got it.’
‘Yes,’ said Tornabuoni, lowering his voice in a significant manner, ‘you have only to play your game well, Melema, and the future belongs to you. For the Medici, you may rely upon it, will keep a foot in Rome as well as in Florence, and the time may not be far off when they will be able to make a finer career for their adherents108 even than they did in old days. Why shouldn’t you take orders some day? There’s a cardinal’s hat at the end of that road, and you would not be the first Greek who has worn that ornament109.’
Tito laughed gaily110. He was too acute not to measure Tornabuoni’s exaggerated flattery, but still the flattery had a pleasant flavour.
‘My joints111 are not so stiff yet,’ he said, ‘that I can’t be induced to run without such a high prize as that. I think the income of an abbey or two held “in commendam,” without the trouble of getting my head shaved, would satisfy me at present.’
‘I was not joking,’ said Tornabuoni, with grave suavity112; ‘I think a scholar would always be the better off for taking orders. But we’ll talk of that another tirne. One of the objects to be first borne in mind, is that you should win the confidence of the men who hang about San Marco; that is what Giannozzo and I shall do, but you may carry it farther than we can, because you are less observed. In that way you can get a thorough knowledge of their doings, and you will make a broader screen for your agency on our side. Nothing of course can be done before you start for Rome, because this bit of business between Piero de’ Medici and the French nobles must be effected at once. I mean when you come back, of course; I need say no more. I believe you could make yourself the pet votary113 of San Marco, if you liked; but you are wise enough to know that effective dissimulation is never immoderate.’
‘If it were not that an adhesion to the popular side is necessary to your safety as an agent of our party, Tito mio,’ said Giannozzo Pucci, who was more fraternal and less patronising in his manner than Tornabuoni, ‘I could have wished your skill to have been employed in another way, for which it is still better fitted. But now we must look out for some other man among us who will manage to get into the confidence of our sworn enemies, the Arrabbiati; we need to know their movements more than those of the Frate’s party, who are strong enough to play above-board. Still, it would have been a difficult thing for you, from your known relations with the Medici a little while back, and that sort of kinship your wife has with Bernardo del Nero. We must find a man who has no distinguished connections, and who has not yet taken any side.’
Tito was pushing his hair backward automatically, as his manner was, and looking straight at Pucci with a scarcely perceptible smile on his lip.
‘No need to look out for any one else,’ he said, promptly114. ‘I can manage the whole business with perfect ease. I will engage to make myself the special confidant of that thick-headed Dolfo Spini, and know his projects before he knows them himself.’
Tito seldom spoke115 so confidently of his own powers, but he was in a state of exaltation at the sudden opening of a new path before him, where fortune seemed to have hung higher prizes than any he had thought of hitherto. Hitherto he had seen success only in the form of favour; it now flashed on him in the shape of power — of such power as is possible to talent without traditional ties, and without beliefs. Each party that thought of him as a tool might become dependent on him. His position as an alien, his indifference116 to the ideas or prejudices of the men amongst whom he moved, were suddenly transformed into advantages; he-became newly conscious of his own adroitness117 in the presence of a game that he was called on to play. And all the motives119 which might have made Tito shrink from the triple deceit that came before him as a tempting120 game, had been slowly strangled in him by the successive falsities of his life.
Our lives make a moral tradition for our individual selves, as the life of mankind at large makes a moral tradition for the race; and to have once acted nobly seems a reason why we should always be noble. But Tito was feeling the effect of an opposite tradition: he had won no memories of self-conquest and perfect faithfulness from which he could have a sense of falling.
The triple colloquy121 went on with growing spirit till it was interrupted by a call from the table. Probably the movement came from the listeners in the party, who were afraid lest the talkers should tire themselves. At all events it was agreed that there had been enough of gravity, and Rucellai had just ordered new flasks122 of Montepulciano.
‘How many minstrels are there among us?’ he said, when there had been a general rallying round the table. ‘Melema, I think you are the chief: Matteo will give you the lute123.’
‘Ah, yes!’ said Giannozzo Pucci, ‘lead the last chorus from Poliziano’s “Orfeo,” that you have found such an excellent measure for, and we will all fall in:—
“Ciascun segua, o Bacco, te:
Bacco, Bacco, evoe, evoe!”
The servant put the lute into Tito’s hands, and then said something in an undertone to his master. A little subdued124 questioning and answering went on between them, while Tito touched the lute in a preluding way to the strain of the chorus, and there was a confusion of speech and musical humming all round the table. Bernardo Rucellai had said, ‘Wait a moment, Melema;’ but the words had been unheard by Tito, who was leaning towards Pucci, and singing low to him the phrases of the Maenad-chorus. He noticed nothing until the buzz round the table suddenly ceased, and the notes of his own voice, with its soft low-toned triumph, ‘Evoe, evoe!’ fell in startling isolation125.
It was a strange moment. Baldassarre had moved round the table till he was opposite Tito, and as the hum ceased there might be seen for an instant Baldassarre’s fierce dark eyes bent126 on Tito’s bright smiling unconsciousness, while the low notes of triumph dropped from his lips into the silence.
Tito looked up with a slight start, and his lips turned pale, but he seemed hardly more moved than Giannozzo Pucci, who had looked up at the same moment — or even than several others round the table, for that sallow deep-lined face with the hatred127 in its eyes seemed a terrible apparition128 across the wax-lit ease and gaiety. And Tito quickly recovered some self-command. ‘A mad old man — he looks like it — he is mad!’ was the instantaneous thought that brought some courage with it; for he could conjecture no inward change in Baldassarre since they had met before. He just let his eyes fall and laid the lute on the table with apparent ease; but his fingers pinched the neck of the lute hard while he governed his head and his glance sufficiently129 to look with an air of quiet appeal towards Bernardo Rucellai, who said at once —
‘Good man, what is your business? What is the important declaration that you have to make?’
‘Messer Bernardo Rucellai, I wish you and your honourable friends to know in what sort of company you are sitting. There is a traitor130 among you.’
There was a general movement of alarm. Every one present, except Tito, thought of political danger and not of private injury.
Baldassarre began to speak as if he were thoroughly131 assured of what he had to say; but, in spite of his long preparation for this moment, there was the tremor132 of overmastering excitement in his voice. His passion shook him. He went on, but he did not say what he had meant to say. As he fixed133 his eyes on Tito again the passionate134 words were like blows — they defied premeditation.
‘There is a man among you who is a scoundrel, a liar135, a robber. I was a father to him. I took him from beggary when he was a child. I reared him, I cherished him, I taught him, I made him a scholar. My head has lain hard that his might have a pillow. And he left me in slavery; he sold the gems that were mine, and when I came again, he denied me.’
The last words had been uttered with almost convulsed agitation136, and Baldassarre paused, trembling. All glances were turned on Tito, who was now looking straight at Baldassarre. It was a moment of desperation that annihilated137 all feeling in him, except the determination to risk anything for the chance of escape. And he gathered confidence from the agitation by which Baldassarre was evidently shaken. He had ceased to pinch the neck of the lute, and had thrust his thumbs into his belt, while his lips had begun to assume a slight curl. He had never yet done an act of murderous cruelty even to the smallest animal that could utter a cry, but at that moment he would have been capable of treading the breath from a smiling child for the sake of his own safety.
‘What does this mean, Melema?’ said Bernardo Rucellai, in a tone of cautious surprise. He, as well as the rest of the company, felt relieved that the tenor138 of the accusation139 was not political.
‘Messer Bernardo,’ said Tito, ‘I believe this man is mad. I did not recognise him the first time he encountered me in Florence, but I know now that he is the servant who years ago accompanied me and my adoptive father to Greece, and was dismissed on account of misdemeanours. His name is Jacopo di Nola. Even at that time I believe his mind was unhinged, for, without any reason, he had conceived a strange hatred towards me; and now I am convinced that he is labouring under a mania140 which causes him to mistake his identity. He has already attempted my life since he has been in Florence; and I am in constant danger from him. But he is an object of pity rather than of indignation. It is too certain that my father is dead. You have only my word for it; but I must leave it to your judgment141 how far it is probable that a man of intellect and learning would have been lurking142 about in dark corners for the last month with the purpose of assassinating143 me; or how far it is probable that, if this man were my second father, I could have any motive118 for denying him. That story about my being rescued from beggary is the vision of a diseased brain. But it will be a satisfaction to me at least if you will demand from him proofs of his identity, lest any malignant144 person should choose to make this mad impeachment145 a reproach to me.’
Tito had felt more and more confidence as he went on; the lie was not so difficult when it was once begun; and as the words fell easily from his lips, they gave him a sense of power such as men feel when they have begun a muscular feat57 successfully. In this way he acquired boldness enough to end with a challenge for proofs.
Baldassarre, while he had been walking in the gardens and afterwards waiting in an outer room of the pavilion with the servants, had been making anew the digest of the evidence he would bring to prove his identity and Tito’s baseness, recalling the description and history of his gems, and assuring himself by rapid mental glances that he could attest146 his learning and his travels. It might be partly owing to this nervous strain that the new shock of rage he felt as Tito’s lie fell on his ears brought a strange bodily effect with it: a cold stream seemed to rush over him, and the last words of the speech seemed to be drowned by ringing chimes. Thought gave way to a dizzy horror, as if the earth were slipping away from under him. Every one in the room was looking at him as Tito ended, and saw that the eyes which had had such fierce intensity147 only a few minutes before had now a vague fear in them. He clutched the back of a seat, and was silent.
Hardly any evidence could have been more in favour of Tito’s assertion.
‘Surely I have seen this man before, somewhere,’ said Tornabuoni.
‘Certainly you have,’ said Tito, readily, in a low tone. ‘He is the escaped prisoner who clutched me on the steps of the Duomo. I did not recognise him then; he looks now more as he used to do, except that he has a more unmistakable air of mad imbecility.’
‘I cast no doubt on your word, Melema,’ said Bernardo Rucellai, with cautious gravity, ‘but you are right to desire some positive test of the fact.’ Then turning to Baldassarre, he said, ‘If you are the person you claim to be, you can doubtless give some description of the gems which were your property. I myself was the purchaser of more than one gem46 from Messer Tito — the chief rings, I believe, in his collection. One of them is a fine sard, engraved148 with a subject from Homer. If, as you allege149, you are a scholar, and the rightful owner of that ring, you can doubtless turn to the noted150 passage in Homer from which that subject is taken. Do you accept this test, Melema? or have you anything to allege against its validity? The Jacopo you speak of, was he a scholar?’
It was a fearful crisis for Tito. If he said ‘Yes,’ his quick mind told him that he would shake the credibility of his story: if he said ‘No,’ he risked everything on the uncertain extent of Baldassarre’s imbecility. But there was no noticeable pause before he said, ‘No. I accept the test.’
There was a dead silence while Rucellai moved towards the recess151 where the books were, and came back with the fine Florentine Homer in his hand. Baldassarre, when he was addressed, had turned his head towards the speaker, and Rucellai believed that he had understood him. But he chose to repeat what he had said, that there might be no mistake as to the test.
‘The ring I possess,’ he said, ‘is a fine sard, engraved with a subject from Homer. There was no other at all resembling it in Messer Tito’s collection. Will you turn to the passage in Homer from which that subject is taken? Seat yourself here,’ he added, laying the book on the table, and pointing to his own seat while he stood beside it.
Baldassarre had so far recovered from the first confused horror produced by the sensation of rushing coldness and chiming din10 in the ears as to be partly aware of what was said to him: he was aware that something was being demanded from him to prove his identity, but he formed no distinct idea of the details. The sight of the book recalled the habitual152 longing153 and faint hope that he could read and understand, and he moved towards the chair immediately.
The book was open before him, and he bent his head a little towards it, while everybody watched him eagerly. He turned no leaf. His eyes wandered over the pages that lay before him, and then fixed on them a straining gaze. This lasted for two or three minutes in dead silence. Then he lifted his hands to each side of his head, and said, in a low tone of despair, ‘Lost, lost! ’
There was something so piteous in the wandering look and the low cry, that while they confirmed the belief in his madness they raised compassion154. Nay, so distinct sometimes is the working of a double consciousness within us, that Tito himself, while he triumphed in the apparent verification of his lie, wished that he had never made the lie necessary to himself — wished he had recognised his father on the steps — wished he had gone to seek him — wished everything had been different. But he had borrowed from the terrible usurer Falsehood, and the loan had mounted and mounted with the years, till he belonged to the usurer, body and soul.
The compassion excited in all the witnesses was not without its danger to Tito; for conjecture is constantly guided by feeling, and more than one person suddenly conceived that this man might have been a scholar and have lost his faculties155. On the other hand, they had not present to their minds the motives which could have led Tito to the denial of his benefactor156, and having no ill-will towards him, it would have been difficult to them to believe that he had been uttering the basest of lies. And the originally common type of Baldassarre’s person, coarsened by years of hardship, told as a confirmation of Tito’s lie. If Baldassarre, to begin with, could have uttered precisely157 the words he had premeditated, there might have been something in the form of his accusation which would have given it the stamp not onlv of true experience but of mental refinement158. But there had been no such testimony159 in his impulsive160 agitated161 words: and there seemed the very opposite testimony in the rugged99 face and the coarse hands that trembled beside it, standing out in strong contrast in the midst of that velvet-clad, fair-handed company.
His next movement, while he was being watched in silence, told against him too. He took his hands from his head, and felt for something under his tunic162. Every one guessed what that movement meant — guessed that there was a weapon at his side. Glances were interchanged; and Bernardo Rucellai said, in a quiet tone, touching163 Baldassarre’s shoulder —
‘My friend, this is an important business of yours. You shall have all justice. Follow me into a private room.’
Baldassarre was still in that half-stunned state in which he was susceptible164 to any prompting, in the same way as an insect that forms no conception of what the prompting leads to. He rose from his seat, and followed Rucellai out of the room.
In two or three minutes Rucellai came back again, and said —
‘He is safe under lock and key. Piero Pitti, you are one of the Magnificent Eight, what do you think of our sending Matteo to the palace for a couple of sbirri, who may escort him to the Stinche? If there is any danger in him, as I think there is, he will be safe there; and we can inquire about him to-morrow.’
Pitti assented165, and the order was given.
‘He is certainly an ill-looking fellow,’ said Tornabuoni. ‘And you say he has attempted your life already, Melema?’
And the talk turned on the various forms of madness, and the fierceness of the southern blood. If the seeds of conjecture unfavourable to Tito had been planted in the mind of any one present, they were hardly strong enough to grow without the aid of much daylight and ill-will. The common-looking, wild-eyed old man, clad in serge, might have won belief without very strong evidence, if he had accused a man who was envied and disliked. As it was, the only congruous and probable view of the case seemed to be the one that sent the unpleasant accuser safely out of sight, and left the pleasant serviceable Tito just where he was before.
The subject gradually floated away, and gave place to others, till a heavy tramp, and something like the struggling of a man who was being dragged away, were heard outside. The sounds soon died out, and the interruption seemed to make the last hour’s conviviality more resolute166 and vigorous Every one was willing to forget a disagreeable incident.
Tito’s heart was palpitating, and the wine tasted no better to him than if it had been blood.
To-night he had paid a heavier price than ever to make himself safe. He did not like the price, and yet it was inevitable167 that he should be glad of the purchase.
And after all he led the chorus. He was in a state of excitement in which oppressive sensations, and the wretched consciousness of something hateful but irrevocable, were mingled168 with a feeling of triumph which seemed to assert itself as the feeling that would subsist169 and be master of the morrow.
And it was master. For on the morrow, as we saw, when he was about to start on his mission to Rome, he had the air of a man well satisfied with the world.
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seduced
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