A FIGHT IN THE STREETS
When the Major von Kirchstein and his comrades, attracted by the noise,
rushed out into the street, they saw La Luciola's carriage covered with
flags bearing the national colors; the diva and her friend were seated
therein, and La Luciola enthusiastically cried:
"Oh, Milla, Milla, this is great and sublime!"
"Comrades!" shouted the major in a rage, "follow me. We will capture La
Luciola, and bring her to the citadel!"
Loud applause greeted the major's words, but before he had reached the
coach a hand grasped him by the throat, and a hoarse voice cried in his
ear:
"If you touch a hair of La Luciola's head, you are a dead man."
It was Aslitta. Our readers have already guessed that the marquis was
playing the part of a Brutus, and La Luciola, who loved him dearly,
supported him in his plans. The two fiery natures had become acquainted
at Naples. Luciola's friend, the gentle Milla, had written the
mysterious libretto and Aslitta had sent it to Ticellini. Edmond Dantes
had kept the oath he made upon Monte-Cristo, to be the warm friend of
the oppressed. He was an admirer of Aslitta, and placed himself at his
service and the cause he represented.
Up till now he had never met La Luciola, but when the diva saw at the
Scala that evening the man whom her lover had talked to her about, she
was seized with a deep emotion. Yes, she recognized and knew the man who
took up the cause of Italy's misery, and had confidence in his ability
to carry out whatever project he undertook.
As the major uttered the threat against La Luciola, Aslitta recognized
the danger his love was in. He had already grasped the coach door with
his hand, when he felt himself seized by strong arms and borne to the
ground. A well-known voice hissed in his ear--the voice of San Pietro:
"We have got you."
A gag was inserted between Aslitta's lips, his arms and limbs were
bound, and two pandours dragged him away, while the count said:
"You know the order; take good care of him! You must answer for the
prisoner with your life."
One of the pandours pressed the muzzle of his gun against Aslitta's
forehead and threateningly said:
"Do not stir or I will blow your brains out."
Aslitta was obliged to obey. The carriage in which he had been placed
stopped, the marquis was lifted out, and the doors of a subterranean
dungeon closed behind him.