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WELL, to return to the subject of my bed; when Bozza and Pedignone came,

I always told them to give it a wide berth, so as not to dirty and spoil

it for me. Now and then, just to irritate me, they would touch it

lightly, upon which I cried: “Ah, dirty cowards! I’ll lay my hand on one

of your swords there, and will do you a mischief that will make you

wonder. Do you think you are fit to touch the bed of a man like me? When

I chastise you I shall not heed my own life, for I am certain to take

yours. Let me alone then with my troubles and my tribulations, and don’t

give me more annoyance than I have already; if not, I shall make you see

what a desperate man is able to do.” These words they reported to the

castellan, who gave them express orders never to go near my bed, and

when they came to me, to come without swords, but for the rest to keep a

watchful guard upon me.

Having thus secured my bed from meddlers, I felt as though the main

point was gained; for there lay all things needful to my venture. It

happened on the evening of a certain feast-day that the castellan was

seriously indisposed; his humours grew extravagant; he kept repeating

that he was a bat, and if they heard that Benvenuto had flown away, they

must let him go to catch me up, since he could fly by night most

certainly as well or better than myself; for it was thus he argued:

“Benvenuto is a counterfeit bat, but I am a real one; and since he is

committed to my care, leave me to act; I shall be sure to catch him.” He

had passed several nights in this frenzy, and had worn out all his

servants, whereof I received full information through divers channels,

but especially from the Savoyard, who was my friend at heart.

On the evening of that feast-day, then, I made my mind up to escape,

come what might; and first I prayed most devoutly to God, imploring His

Divine Majesty to protect and succour me in that so perilous a venture.

Afterwards I set to work at all the things I needed, and laboured the

whole of the night. It was two hours before daybreak when at last I

removed those hinges with the greatest toil; but the wooden panel itself

and the bolt too offered such resistance that I could not open the door;

so I had to cut into the wood; yet in the end I got it open, and

shouldering the strips of linen which I had rolled up like bundles of

flax upon two sticks, I went forth and directed my steps towards the

latrines of the keep. Spying from within two tiles upon the roof, I was

able at once to clamber up with ease. I wore a white doublet with a pair

of white hose and a pair of half boots, into which I had stuck the

poniard I have mentioned.

After scaling the roof, I took one end of my linen roll and attached it

to a piece of antique tile which was built into the fortress wall; it

happened to jut out scarcely four fingers. In order to fix the band, I

gave it the form of a stirrup. When I had attached it to that piece of

tile, I turned to God and said: “Lord God, give aid to my good cause;

you know that it is good; you see that I am aiding myself.” Then I let

myself go gently by degrees, supporting myself with the sinews of my

arms, until I touched the ground. There was no moonshine, but the light

of a fair open heaven. When I stood upon my feet on solid earth, I

looked up at the vast height which I had descended with such spirit, and

went gladly away, thinking I was free. But this was not the case; for

the castellan on that side of the fortress had built two lofty walls,

the space between which he used for stable and henyard; the place was

barred with thick iron bolts outside. I was terribly disgusted to find

there was no exit from this trap; but while I paced up and down debating

what to do, I stumbled on a long pole which was covered up with straw.

Not without great trouble I succeeded in placing it against the wall,

and then swarmed up it by the force of my arms until I reached the top.

But since the wall ended in a sharp ridge, I had not strength enough to

drag the pole up after me. Accordingly I made my mind up to use a

portion of the second roll of linen which I had there; the other was

left hanging from the keep of the castle. So I cut a piece off, tied it

to the pole, and clambered down the wall, enduring the utmost toil and

fatigue. I was quite exhausted, and had, moreover, flayed the inside of

my hands, which bled freely. This compelled me to rest awhile, and I

bathed my hands in my own urine. When I thought that my strength was

recovered, I advanced quickly toward the last rampart, which faces

toward Prati. There I put my bundle of linen lines down upon the ground,

meaning to fasten them round a battlement, and descend the lesser as I

had the greater height. But no sooner had I placed the linen, than I

became aware behind me of a sentinel, who was going the rounds. Seeing

my designs interrupted and my life in peril, I resolved to face the

guard. This fellow, when he noticed my bold front, and that I was

marching on him with weapon in hand, quickened his pace and gave me a

wide berth. I had left my lines some little way behind; so I turned with

hasty steps to regain them; and though I came within sight of another

sentinel, he seemed as though he did not choose to take notice of me.

Having found my lines and attached them to the battlement, I let myself

go. On the descent, whether it was that I thought I had really come to

earth and relaxed my grasp to jump, or whether my hands were so tired

that they could not keep their hold, at any rate I fell, struck my head

in falling, and lay stunned for more than an hour and a half, so far as

I could judge.

It was just upon daybreak, when the fresh breeze which blows an hour

before the sun revived me; yet I did not immediately recover my senses,

for I thought my head had been cut off and fancied that I was in

purgatory. With time, little by little, my faculties returned, and I

perceived that I was outside the castle, and in a flash remembered all

my adventures. I was aware of the wound in my head before I knew my leg

was broken; for I put my hands up, and withdrew them covered with blood.

Then I searched the spot well, and judged and ascertained that I had

sustained no injury of consequence there; but when I wanted to stand up,

I discovered that my right leg was broken three inches above the heel.

Not even this dismayed me: I drew forth my poniard with its scabbard;

the latter had a metal point ending in a large ball, which had caused

the fracture of my leg; for the bone, coming into violent contact with

the ball, and not being able to bend, had snapped at that point. I threw

the sheath away, and with the poniard cut a piece of the linen which I

had left. Then I bound my leg up as well as I could, and crawled on all

fours with the poniard in my hand toward the city gate. When I reached

it, I found it shut; but I noticed a stone just beneath the door which

did not appear to be very firmly fixed. This I attempted to dislodge;

after setting my hands to it, and feeling it move, it easily gave way,

and I drew it out. Through the gap thus made I crept into the town.

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