CHAPTER XXVIII.

A FEARFUL ACCUSATION.

Fair and beauteous art thou, O City of Flowers! with thy domes and

spires, and turrets overlooking the Arno's silver stream, and crowding

together in that river's classic pale; surrounded, too, by oak-covered

hills, and cypress groves, and gardens of olives and evergreens, and

presenting to the view of the spectator who stands on the lofty summit

of Monte Senario, so vast an assemblage of palaces as to justify the

saying of Ariosto, that it seemed as if the very soil produced them!

Or seen from the olive-crowned hill of Fesole, consecrated by the genius

of Milton, how glorious is thy rich combination of beauty, thou Athens

of Etruria!

The sun dawned upon the eventful night, the incidents of which have

occupied so many chapters. The golden flood poured upon the Florentine

scene, so fair even in winter, bathing in yellow luster the mighty dome

of the cathedral of St. Mary, the ducal palace on its left, and the

cupola of the Medicean chapel on its right, and bringing out into strong

relief against the deep foliage of the evergreens the marble fronts of

palaces, villas, and convents, seated amidst the hills, or scattered

through the vale--the whole affording a rich and varied view, as if

eternal summer reigned in that delightful region and beneath the purple

canopy of that warm Italian sky!

Alas! that the selfish interests, dark passions, conflicting feeling,

clashing aims, and black, black crimes of men should mar the serenity

and peace which ought to maintain an existence congenial to this scene!

Scarcely had the orient beams penetrated through the barred casements of

the Jew Isaachar's house in the suburb of Alla Croce, when the old man

was awakened from a repose to which he had only been able to withdraw a

couple of hours previously, by a loud and impatient knocking at his

gate.

Starting from his couch, he glanced from the window, and, to his dismay,

beheld the lieutenant of police, accompanied by half a dozen of his

terrible sbirri, and by an individual in the plain, sober garb of a

citizen.

A cold tremor came over the unhappy Israelite, for he knew that this

official visit could bode him no good: and the dread of having

encountered the resentment of the Count of Arestino, immediately

conjured up appalling scenes of dungeons, chains, judgment-halls and

tortures, to his affrighted imagination.

The dark hints which Manuel d'Orsini had dropped relative to the

possibility of the count's discovering the affair of the diamonds, and

the certain vengeance that would ensue, flashed to the mind of Isaachar

ben Solomon; and he stood, as it were, paralyzed at the window, gazing

with the vacancy of despair upon the armed men, on whose steel morions

and pikes the morning sunbeams now fell in radiant glory.

The knocking was repeated more loudly and with greater impatience than

before; and Isaachar, suddenly restored to himself, and remembering that

it was dangerous as well as useless to delay the admittance of those who

would not hesitate to force a speedy entry, huddled on his garments, and

descended to the door.

The moment it was opened, the sbirri and the citizen entered; and the

lieutenant, turning shortly round upon the Jew, said, "His Excellency

the Count of Arestino demands, through my agency, the restoration of

certain diamonds which his lordship has good reason to believe are in

your possession. But think not that his lordship is desirous of

plundering you of these jewels which you hold as security for certain

moneys advanced, for here is the gold to repay thee."

Thus speaking, the lieutenant produced from beneath his cloak a heavy

bag of gold; and Isaachar, now considerably relieved of his

apprehensions, led the way into the apartment where he had received the

Marquis of Orsini and Stephano de Verrina during the past night.

"Hast thou heard my message, Israelite?" demanded the lieutenant.

"Yes, yes; and his lordship is a worthy man--an estimable man. No

oppressor of the poor defenseless Jew is he! Would that Florence

abounded in such nobles as the Count of Arestino!"

"Cease thy prating, Jew, and let us dispatch this business," cried the

officer. "You see," he added, glancing toward his men, "that with these

at my disposal, the ransacking of your dwelling would be a light and

easy matter."

"I will not render it necessary," returned the Jew. "Tarry ye here a few

moments and the diamonds shall be delivered up."

Isaachar proceeded into another apartment, the lieutenant following him

as far as the passage to see that he did not escape. When the old man

returned, he had a small rosewood case in his hand: and from this box he

produced the stones which had been extracted from the settings the very

day the jewels were first mortgaged to him.

"Now, signor," said the lieutenant, turning to the citizen in the plain

sober garb, "as you are the diamond merchant of whom his lordship the

count originally purchased the precious stones which have been traced to

the possession of Isaachar, it is for you to declare whether those be

the true diamonds or not."

The citizen examined the stones, and having pronounced them to be the

genuine ones, took his departure, his services being no longer required.

The lieutenant secured the rosewood case with its valuable contents

about his person, and then proceeded to settle with interest the amount

claimed by the Jew, as the sum which he had advanced on the jewels.

While this transaction was in progress, the notice of one of the sbirri

was attracted by the marks of blood which appeared on the floor, and

which, as the reader will recollect, had been caused by the wound that

the Marquis of Orsini had received from the robber Stephano.

"It is decidedly blood," whispered the sbirro to one of his companions.

"Not a doubt of it," observed another. "We must mention it to the

lieutenant when he has done counting out that gold."

"Do you know what I have heard about the Jews?" asked the first speaker,

drawing his comrades still further aside.

"What?" was the general question.

"That they kill Christian children to mix the blood in the dough with

which they make the bread used at their religious ceremonies," answered

the sbirro.

"Depend upon it. Isaachar has murdered a Christian child for that

purpose!" said one of his companions.

This atrocious idea gained immediate belief among the ignorant sbirri;

and as the Jew now quitted the room for a few moments to secure the gold

which he had just received, in his coffer in the adjacent apartment, the

police officers had leisure to point out to their superior the traces of

blood which they had noticed, and the suspicion which these marks had

engendered.

The lieutenant was not further removed beyond the influence of popular

prejudice and ridiculous superstition than even his men: and though by

no means of a cruel disposition, yet he thought it no sin nor injustice

to persecute the Hebrew race, even when innocent and unoffending. But,

now that suspicion, or what he chose to consider suspicion, pointed at

Isaachar ben Solomon as a dreadful criminal, the lieutenant did not

hesitate many moments how to act.

Thus, when the Jew returned to the room with the fond hope of seeing his

visitors take their speedy departure, he was met by the terrible words,

uttered by the officer of the sbirri. "In the name of the most high

inquisition, Isaachar, do I make you my prisoner!"

The unhappy Jew fell upon his knees, stunned, terrified by the appalling

announcement; and although he assumed this attitude of supplication, he

had not the power to utter a syllable of intercession or of prayer.

Horror had for the moment stricken him dumb: and a thousand images of

terror, conjured up by the fearful words, "the inquisition," suddenly

sprung up to scare, bewilder and overwhelm him.

"Bind him, gag him!" ejaculated the lieutenant: and this order was

immediately obeyed: for whenever a prisoner was about to be conveyed to

the dungeons of the inquisition, he was invariably gagged, in order that

no questions on his part might evoke answers at all calculated to afford

him a clew to the cause of his arrest.

This precaution was originally adopted in reference to those only who

were ignorant of the charges laid against them: but it had subsequently

become common in all cases of arrest effected in the name or on the part

of the holy brotherhood.

The Palazzo del Podesta, or ducal palace, was one of the most celebrated

edifices in Florence. In strong contrast with the various beautiful

specimens of composite Tuscan, combined with a well-assimilated portion

of the Grecian character, which abounded in Florence, the ducal palace

was remarkable for the stern and gloomy character of its architecture.

Its massive and heavy tower, crowned with embattled and overhanging

parapets, seemed to frown in sullen and haughty defiance at the lapse of

Time. The first range of windows were twelve feet from the ground, and

were grated with enormous bars of iron, producing a somber and ominous

effect. Within were the apartments of the duke's numerous dependents;

and the lower portion of the palace had been rendered thus strong to

enable the edifice to withstand a siege in those troublous times, when

the contentions of the Guelphs and Ghibelines desolated Florence. On the

second floor there was in front a plain and simple architrave, and on

that story the windows were high and arched; for those casements

belonged to the ducal apartments. The upper stories were in the same

style; but the general aspect was stern and mournful to a degree.

The palace was built, as indeed nearly all the Florentine mansions then

were, and still are, in the form of a square; and around this court,

which was of an antique and gloomy cast, were numerous monumental

stones, whereon were inscribed the names of the nobles and citizens who

had held high offices in the state previous to the establishment of the

sway of the Medici.

It was beneath the Palazzo del Podesta that the dungeons of the criminal

prison and also those of the inquisition were situated.

In a cell belonging to the former department, Fernand Wagner was already

a captive; and Isaachar ben Solomon now became the inmate of a narrow,

cold, and damp stone chamber, in that division of the subterrane which

was within the jurisdiction of the holy office.

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