XXV

The Venetian Admiral Mocenigo, god-father to the little prince, had

followed close upon the coming of Vettore Soranzo, and they had lost no

time in examining into the causes of the difficulties and in fixing the

responsibility for the treachery where it belonged: disloyal officers

were replaced by men in sympathy with the government, men of weight and

character were sought for to fill the vacancies in the Council of the

Realm, and it seemed that days of sunshine were dawning for Caterina,

guarded by the affection of her people and the invincible arm of Venice.

These Venetian nobles would have made short work in meting out justice

to those chiefs who had been the instigators of the conspiracy, but as

yet they had eluded the search; though it was rumored that Saplana, the

Turkish commander of the Fortress of Famagosta, with his nephew Almerico

to whom the conspirators would assign control of the castle of

Cerines,--had been in hiding in the palace of the Archbishop. And a tale

was brought to Bernardini by a group of agitated peasants from the

hamlet of Varoschia, that at early dawn a man fully armed, with the

semblance of Rizzo--"not an apparition, _Signore sa_--but how could one

know the face of him with his vizor down?--was riding like the wind to

Famagosta, and with him a multitude of horsemen, coming very silently.

We saw them from the vineyards high up on the hillside. And then--quite

suddenly--we looked and they were gone--they came no more--by San

Nicolo and the Holy Madonna, it is true!"

Significant gestures gave a certain mysterious color to the peasant's

tale; but whatever its truth, it was actually known that Rizzo and other

of the conspirators had been seen in the neighborhood of Nikosia; and

the whereabouts of these intriguers was a topic of absorbing interest,

for it was felt that the sunshine would be clearer when Rizzo with his

accomplices should have been found and made to suffer the full penalty

of their crime.

Rizzo and Fabrici had been absent at the time of the uprising of the

citizens of Famagosta, and the wolf-like courage of the Chief-of-Council

was on the wane: for the letters of the Queen had not proved the

passport he had expected toward the surrender of the Cyprian strongholds

to a traitor: since more than one of the Commanders had been found so

staunch in loyalty as to question the validity of the royal signature.

When all had gone so well at first, these failures were exasperating to

a man of Rizzo's temper--the more so that the little Queen had refused

to prepare another letter of dismissal required of her; and Rizzo, the

stronger in wrath and insolence because his faith in his star was

somewhat less, had set forth himself to enforce the investiture of

Almerico as Commander of Cerines--the castle to which he had been

refused admittance on the morning of the uprising in Famagosta.

* * * * *

Venice, meanwhile, with her faculty for establishing confidence and

settling all things in order, having brought back the smiles of the

Court, had suggested the wisdom of relieving the strain and tickling the

fancy of the people by some pageant. There was to be a grand review of

the troops in the Piazza on the esplanade, in the presence of the Queen

and the infant Prince, at which the presentation by Her Majesty to the

Admiral Mocenigo of a golden shield, magnificently wrought with the arms

of Cyprus, would diplomatically suggest the important role that Venice

had played in the re-establishment of the Government.

Dama Ecciva was in her element again, now that something had happened to

scatter the unendurable dulness, and each day brought some new matter

for discussion.

"Hast heard, Eloisa, how that this new Council to Her Majesty hath

captured the Secretary of His Reverence the Archbishop? and they thought

to hang him for his master's treachery and his own; and then, because he

promised to confess to save his life, he is in the Castle instead. And

there were revelations!--and intrigues!--verily a Reverendissimo!"

"Name him not to me; I have no patience!"

"Thou hast never patience when I bring thee news: and it is tiresome of

thee, for one must talk, or die of ennui in this court!"

"Then let it be of something better." Eloisa answered in a tone which

showed her distaste of the subject.

"Choose thou--since one can never know thy whim. Shall it be of that

famous Saplana who runneth away to put himself in hiding;--for

fear--_verily for fear_--the Commander of Famagosta! afraid to die like

a man! A comedy!--one might laugh if it were less craven."

"One knoweth not if he be in hiding, since he is not found; he may be a

traitor, yet not a coward too."

"Yes, one knoweth, bella Contarini mia: did I not promise thee news? And

thou wilt never guess it."

"It was our Admiral Mocenigo who found him?" Eloisa asked eagerly.

"Nay; not 'our Admiral Mocenigo';" the other answered lingering on the

name with a fine mimicry of her tone; "not thine nor mine. Thou hast a

foolish way with thee of mine and thine, as if all that came from Venice

were held close to thy little heart.--How goes it with thy handsome

Signor Bernardini?"

"Oh, Ecciva! The Chamberlain of the Queen! how darest thou? Thou art

over free with thy foolish speech."

"Nay, little timid maid; it is thou who art foolish not to see--not to

see----. Ah, well, he is but a man for all he is Venetian; and

thou--thou art a child and hast no eyes."

"What meanest thou, Ecciva? Nay, thou _shalt_ tell me." She caught her

companion's hand as Ecciva made a feint of turning away.

"So----; now there is something found that doth not tax thy fickle

patience, since we speak of the splendid Bernardini! Thou hast ever

thine adoration ready for a Venetian."

Eloisa flushed indignantly, but she answered staunchly: "Not only

I--but every one who loveth what is noble. Thou knowest, Ecciva, the

Court is full of his praises."

"Aye, is it, my little one? As well it may be! Then what harm that I

should sing them too? Verily, I think he is noble beyond all others;"

her taunting tone became suddenly earnest. "And this I came to tell

thee."

"This is not news," the other answered coldly, having found it difficult

to keep the pace of Ecciva's changing admirations, for the Cyprian

maiden was easily captured by any demonstration of power; "and thou

camest to bring me news."

"Hast ever thought that the Chamberlain of the Queen would woo a bride?"

Dama Ecciva asked lightly, but unconsciously opening and closing her

slender henna-stained fingers, straining them into the soft palms with

strenuous motions, while she waited for her companion's reply.

"If I knew his secrets or dreamed them, I would not tell thee--being his

friend," Eloisa exclaimed indignantly, "such talk ill befitteth the

dignity of Her Majesty's maids of honor. What is thy news?"

Ecciva came closer and laid one hand on Eloisa's wrist, tightening her

clasp while she spoke in low, slow, insinuating tones--holding her with

her strange gaze.

"This is no news to thee--that I--that I----? Tell me Eloisa, dost thou

not see?"

The Venetian turned from her uneasily.

"Thou hast shewn me nothing with all thy talk of the Bernardini;" she

spoke the name unwillingly, Ecciva seemed to force her to continue the

theme, and it was with difficulty that she could withdraw her hand from

the Grecian maiden's sinuous clasp. "Let us talk no more; for thou hast

no news of real matter."

"Not of the Bernardini, since thou wilt not hear it. But how if I knew

of a bride for him?"

"I think he would not ask of whom thou speakest!" Eloisa tried to laugh

and shake off the spell. "I will listen no more, Ecciva."

But the other paid no heed. "How if I knew of a bride for him?" she

repeated; "of a most ancient house of Cyprus; noble enough to mate with

him--for out of it came one of the queens of the land----. And if--and

if she would not say him nay!--How then, Carina? For thou, 'being his

friend,' wouldst wish to see him win such favor----?"

"It is not the Dama Margherita de Iblin," Eloisa asked with sudden eager

interest.

"The Lady Margherita!" Ecciva echoed with a scornful toss of her head.

"Doth one seek a bride no longer young when one is a man like that?

Nor--nor beautiful?--She is not beautiful!"

"She is more rare than beautiful," Eloisa retorted, piqued. "For she is

noble, like the Signor Bernardini: and her face is like her soul."

"They should not trust their secrets to so young a maid!" the Lady

Ecciva cried tauntingly.

She had suddenly flushed and grown pale again. Then a new thought came

to her. "But she also is a Dama di Maridaggio--_she also_. Thou mightest

tell that for a bit of gossip to the Queen, who, perchance, hath

influence with the Signor Bernardini." She had laid her hand again on

Eloisa's, with an insistent touch.

"Why dost thou say, _she also_?"

"That is for thy puzzle--to amuse thee, carinissima; for verily thy

brain is dull. It is no wonder with the gravity of this court! But

happily to-morrow--thou shalt see to-morrow how the people shout to him,

for Cyprus doth owe him honor--and Her Majesty more than life. It is the

Bernardini who hath done it all--more than the Soranzo, or the

Mocenigo--more even than our great Admiral of Cyprus. Thou shalt see!"

Eloisa fell easily into praises of her hero, and her tongue was

unsealed. "To go at night, with only a poor fishing-skiff and a handful

of men, to steal back the little king from the galley of Naples--it was

not easy! But how should one think of peril when the Prince was in

danger?--They are both like that--he and she."

"All knights are like that, or they would be craven: that was no honor

to him. But what woman went with him from the palace? I watched them

going; it was a night like some great poem!"

"That was our dear Lady of the Bernardini; lest the Prince should be

strange without some loving face about him, and none can smile him into

quiet, as she with her gracious ways; and they feared a sound, for the

galley lay close under the fortress. So quietly they went, along the

shore, lingering where the nets are thrown by the shallows, to take the

galley by surprise--the Lady of the Bernardini shrouded in the mantle of

a fisher-woman."

"And after?--When they had found him? For it was not told where they hid

the child--or I heard it not."

"Yes--now it may be known; thanks be to our Mater Sanctissima!" Eloisa

answered devoutly. "They floated about in the fishing skiff until they

reached the private galley of the Signor Bernardini--so far around the

coast that it would be safe for the Prince. And of the peril, the Lady

of the Bernardini had no thought. The galley of His Excellency was dark

and with no sign of action, yet it had been manned for a cruise the

night before the treason--the poor Signor Bembo was to have gone

therein"--her voice faltered and they both crossed themselves, the

horror of that night was still so new.

"The crew were hidden within it," she continued after a moment's pause,

"and if there had been pursuit, it would have started swiftly for

Venice, to put the Prince in safety."

"How came this tale to thee?" Dama Ecciva asked with a sudden twinge of

jealousy--"we both being of the court?"

"Nay, nay, Ecciva," Eloisa pleaded; "we both are here to do our duty,

and in time of peril--thou knowest well--one may not ask counsel on the

house-tops; and this was for life or death. How might they hope to

surprise the galley of Naples, if it has been told to all the Court?"

"Thou, then?"

"Listen, Ecciva! Since it is past, thou shalt see how they are noble,

this Mother and her son! They left with me that night a message for the

dear Queen whom they might not reach with speech, to spare her greater

anguish, if they came not back. For, oh my God, how she hath suffered!"

"It is yet more a poem," Ecciva exclaimed, stirred by the hope of

further romance, and already half ashamed that she had shown her

momentary feeling of jealousy. "The message--tell it!"

"'If we come not back, thou wilt tell our beloved Lady that we have

sought to wrest the child from the galley of Naples; for rumor hath it

that he is hidden there. And if he be there, we will bring him, or give

our lives to save him. Tell her our galley waiteth far, to take the

Prince to Venice if, from pursuit, there should be need to fly.'

"But--listen Ecciva--they said, '_if we come not again, and our galley

should be found waiting on the coast, then tell her that our lives were

little to express our love; and she shall not mourn that we have given

them for her and for her child_.'--Oh, Ecciva!" she ended with a long

sigh of adoring appreciation.

Ecciva broke the tension with her exclamation: "No, Contarini mia, all

knights are _not_ like that: I said it but to tease thee. Tell it to the

Dama Margherita with a face like that, and she will make it a second

'Kypria,' for she hath, verily the gift. I have not such a tale of

knighthood to tell thee: yet, if thou carest for my tidings they would

make a canto for the new Kypria of the Dama Margherita, in contrast to

thine. And first of the traitor Saplana--_of whom there is news_."

Eloisa greeted the tidings with an exclamation of relief.

"He--and the precious group of noble villains--or of villain

nobles--one's tongue takes twist in talking trash--the more when it is

true; a precious group of traitors, all on the wild seashore--how the

Dama Margherita would bring out the booming of the waves! These doughty

villains fleeing because, forsooth, they feared the fleet of

Venice!--tossing their reins on the necks of the steeds that brought

them, and leaving them to wander at their will. A little gold and their

arms and bucklers in the fishing skiff that brought them to the galley

of the noble Ferdinand--the goodly King of Naples,--his well-beloved

son, Alfonso, wore not for long the title of the 'Prince of

Galilee!'--Is it a pretty tale for the poem of the Margherita? The tale

of the fleeing villains!"

"But who went with the Commander?--Which others?"

"There was the nephew, Almerico--much in temper because thy noble uncle

the Contarini would not yield up to his traitorous care the Castle of

Cerines for the signature forced from the Queen. There was Fabrici--the

very Reverend, the Primate of Cyprus. And then--and then--not last, but

first, and deepest and darkest traitor of them all--the very darkest

villain of them all--there was Rizzo!"

"Ecciva! Not Rizzo!--the land is free of him!"

"Aye, _Rizzo_, child. Did I tell thee I had news? And for their absences

may Heaven be praised!--though, truly, they have deserved worse."

"They have deserved _death_," said Eloisa solemnly: "death between the

columns of the Piazzetta--death and confiscation."

"So, my Venetian, thou never wilt remember that we are Cyprians! The

drama of confiscation will surely follow upon their deserts, and there

will be fiefs the more for their Cyprian betters. But as for

death--'death between the columns'--I could almost be glad that Rizzo

hath escaped. How shall one not admire the masterful scheming of the

man, and the insolence and power of him?--he is fairly great in

wile.--Have I not told thee news enough, and of a quality to make thy

hair stand on end--the comely hair of a most decorous young Venetian

maid?--and thou hast never a word of admiration. Verily, thou art

tiresome!"

"It is so terrible, Ecciva: I cannot jest, nor gloat on it for news."

"There, there, sweet child!" Ecciva had slipped easily back into her

old, mocking, taunting way--"go look out thy tire for the morrow and try

on thy jewels, for the pageant will be fine: and, do thy best, I shall

outshine thee--thee and the Dama Margherita! One pageant in six months

of woe--it is not over much."