They led forward a horse for me, and when I had embraced Cavalcanti, I
mounted and my funereal escort closed about me. We rode across the
courtyard under the startled eyes of the folk of Pagliano, for the
familiars of the Holy Office were dread and fearful objects even to the
stoutest-hearted man. As we neared the gateway a shrill cry rang out on
the morning air:
"Agostino!"
Fear and tenderness and pain were all blent in that cry.
I swung round in the saddle to behold the white form of Bianca, standing in
the gallery with parted lips and startled eyes that were gazing after me,
her arms outheld. And then, even as I looked, she crumpled and sank with a
little moan into the arms of the ladies who were with her.
I looked at Pier Luigi and from the depths of my heart I cursed him, and I
prayed that the day might not be far distant when he should be made to pay
for all the sins of his recreant life.
And then, as we rode out into the open country, my thoughts were turned to
tenderer matters, and it came to me that when all was done, that cry of
Bianca's made it worth while to have been seized by the talons of the Holy
Office.
CHAPTER VII
THE PAPAL BULL
And now, that you may understand to the full the thing that happened, it is
necessary that I should relate it here in its proper sequence, although
that must entail my own withdrawal for a time from pages upon which too
long I have intruded my own doings and thoughts and feelings.
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