Marietta eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 438 pages of information about Marietta.

Marietta eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 438 pages of information about Marietta.

Foscari started at the extraordinary sight of a man in magnificent clothes, lying on one shoulder, with his heels tied up to his hands and his shorn head and face moving slowly from side to side in the bright light of the wax candle that stood on the floor.  The other men crowded into the room, but at first no one recognised the master of the house.  Then all at once Foscari saw the rings on his fingers.

“It is Contarini,” he cried, “and somebody has shaved his head!”

He burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, in which the others joined, till the house rang again, and the banished servants came running down to see what was the matter.

Only Zuan Venier, a compassionate smile on his face, knelt beside Contarini and carefully withdrew the iron gag from his mouth.

At the same instant Aristarchi’s hatchet chopped through the hawser by which his vessel was riding, and he took the helm himself to steer her out through the narrow channel before the wind.

CHAPTER XXIII

When Pasquale had let Zorzi in, he crossed the canal again, moored the skiff with lock and chain, and came back by the wooden bridge.  Zorzi went on through the corridor and came out into the moonlit garden.  It was hard to believe that only forty-eight hours had passed since he had left it, but the freshly dug earth told him of Giovanni’s search, about which Pasquale had told him, and there was the pleasant certainty that the master had come home and could probably protect him, even against the Ten.  Besides this, he felt stronger and more able to move than since he had been injured, and he was sure that he could now walk with only a stick to help him, though he was always to be lame.  He had looked up at Marietta’s window before leaving the boat, but it was dark, for Pasquale had wished to be sure that no one should see Zorzi and it was long past the young girl’s bedtime.

Pasquale came back, and produced some more bread and cheese from his lodge, for both men were hungry.  They sat down on the bench under the plane-tree and ate their meagre supper together in silence, for they had talked much during the long day.  Then Pasquale bade Zorzi good night and went away, and Zorzi went into the laboratory, where all was dark.  But he knew every brick of the furnace and every stone of the pavement under his feet, and in a few minutes he was fast asleep in his own bed, feeling as safe as if the Ten had never existed and as though the Signors of the Night were not searching every purlieu of Venice to take him into custody.  And early in the morning he got up, and Pasquale brought him water as of old, and as his hose and doublet had suffered considerably during his adventures, he put on the Sunday ones and came out into the garden to breathe the morning air.  Pasquale had no intention of going over to the house to announce Zorzi’s return, for he was firmly convinced that the most simple way of keeping a secret was not to tell it, and before long the master would probably come over himself to ask for news.

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