CHAPTER LXII. THE NARRATIVE OF MARZIO CONTINUED.

Marzio continued: "The old abbess walked in front, I followed, and the

young girls brought up the rear. We descended about fifty steps, and

entered a rather spacious passage, which soon led us into a large room.

I suppose it to have been large, for, with the help of the feeble taper,

I could scarcely distinguish the walls. We had gone about ten paces,

when I seemed to hear lamentations. I stopped, in order to listen

better, but when I recollected myself, and was moving on, looking

forward to my guide, behold I was in utter darkness.

"My God! I sprang forward with such a leap as a tiger might have taken,

when from its hiding-place in the forest it rushes on its prey. Darkness

was all I caught. In vain I turned round and round, my arms stretched

as far as they could extend, in the hope of meeting that woman-fiend.

I darted against the wall, and kept following it, at the risk of taking

the skin off my hands, but I found no door.

"At length, after feeling about for some time, and being almost reduced

to despair, I leaned heavily against the wall, and felt it give way with

my weight.

"Hope re-awoke; I rubbed my hands over that part of the wall, and found

to my surprise that it was wooden, which fact had escaped me in my

previous investigation. I pushed hard against the planks, and then felt

something move, as if a door on its hinges; at the same time a rush of

offensive pestilential air entered by the aperture. I turned my head

away to escape the putrid odor. The moans which I had before heard again

smote my ear, and calmed my agitation with wonder and pity.

"I thought of my companions, and remembered a few matches which I had in

my pocket, but which I had forgotten in my excitement. I struck one of

them, and looking at what I had supposed to be a door, found that it

was a turntable, and, Eureka! at the bottom lay my taper, which the old

wretch had dropped in her flight.

"When I had rekindled my taper, I found my companions near me, trembling

like leaves.

"'Courage!' said I, and threw myself into the adjoining apartment, they

following, in the hope of overtaking the abbess, who had doubtless

escaped this way. I hastened on, but, great God! what was my horror!

against the wall of the room through which I was flying, hung several

human beings by the neck, the waist, and the arms, all but one dead, and

more or less decomposed. The solitary survivor was a young man, once of

a fine form, but now an emaciated phantom. He was wildly gazing at

me, with deep, dark, open eyes, that seemed ready to burst from their

sockets. He had ceased to moan, conscious that I had discovered and was

approaching him. Whatever the danger of my own position, I could

not leave that victim without making some attempt to liberate him. I

approached, and kissed him on the forehead; I always feel drawn towards

the suffering. Sorely the Almighty inspires one with this sympathy,

which is not imparted by the poisonous breath of the priest!--Well,

well, let them call me a brigand!

"Yes, I kissed the unhappy creature's forehead, dropping sweat, yet

burning like a coal. But what could I do for him? his chains were

soldered into the wall, and those walls were massive. I looked among the

dead, to see if I could find any iron implement with which to excavate

the wall, or to break the chains. Horrible! in every direction

were instruments of torture--bedsteads, stretchers, pincers, ropes,

gridirons, etc., 'for the mortification of the flesh,' as the priests

say, but which fiends alone could have invented, one would think, for

the torment of mankind.

"Nanna and Maria--such was the name of Nanna's companion--had also drawn

near the unhappy youth, and endeavored, but in vain, to help him to

escape from his frightful position. Happily for us all, Nanna

startled me with the exclamation, 'Oh, a key!' and truly, being very

sharp-sighted, she had discovered a key in the loose mortar.

"Trying the key in the padlock of the chains, I found it fitted, and

while the rusty lock yielded to my hand, my heart dilated. I was at the

last chain, it fell, and I was freeing the youth's stiff limbs, when

Nanna clasped me by the arm, and timidly pointed to a light in the

direction of the wheel-door.

"I left my liberated companion, and in an instant stood at the entrance.

No sooner was I there than I perceived one of the already-mentioned

patrols, who was turning round the door, with his dark lantern in

one hand, his pistol in the other. Shrinking into as small a space as

possible, I stood back watching him. When his startled eyes were fixed

on my face, which did not look pleasant at that moment, I had already

grasped him by his right with my left hand, and my dagger was sheathed

in his body. He fell dead on the ground. You know, captain, that I am

an enemy of blood-shedding, and that I never have spilt any except in

self-defense; but in that instance there was no time for consideration.

I knew there were others following the first, and I was one alone. The

youth I had liberated showed signs of regaining power of exertion, and

my brave female companions had succeeded in separating two bars from a

torture-bedstead, and stood behind me, ready to help. The situation was

altered, yet the dead man, although I had dispatched him noiselessly,

had not expired without a cry. His companions, however, were frightened,

and effected their escape. By keeping in absolute silence we could hear

their steps in the distance. I repeat, there was no time to lose, or to

hold councils of war before deciding on our course. To leave by the way

we had entered was madness; still what other path remained? We all knew,

however, that Roman catacombs have many outlets--this instance was not

an exception.

"A look at my new companion confirmed me in my opinion that he was not

useless to us, and without uttering a word, touching his heart with

his hand, he made me understand that I could rely on him to follow me

through all dangers.

"By this time daybreak must be at hand, and, doubtless, preparations

were making in the convent to secure our capture. The likeliest

conjecture was, that there were armed men placed at every outlet.

"The addition of the rescued man was very valuable to us all. He was not

only acquainted with the subterranean path, but at a short distance he

gathered up some torches, and distributed one to each of us. This was

very useful, because my taper was almost extinguished, and the lantern

which I had taken from the dead patrol, had not sufficient oil to last

during the underground journey which was about to commence. To the right

of the spot where the young man found the torches, he pointed out to me

a light, and said, 'That opening leads to the garden of the convent, and

once passed, we are out of danger of being intercepted.

"On we went, I really think for two hours, although we were in a

subterranean road, cut in the hard clay, of which you know, captain,

our Roman undersoil is largely composed: and how many of those catacombs

have we not visited together!

"Young and active, our two companions were always near us. I frequently

asked if they were tired, or if they required support. 'Oh, no; go on!

We will follow you, if it be to death,' answered both girls.

"'There is the light!' finally exclaimed Tito, for such was the name of

the youth, and truly before us appeared a bright point in the distance.

'By that gate we shall enter the woods of Guido Castle, whence they

dragged me, to conduct me to a seminary in Rome, the focus of all

immorality and vileness. Accursed be the hypocrites!'

"Arrived at the end of the subterranean road, Tito began to clear away

some branches of lentils which obstructed the gate and went out,

looking first in all directions. 'Safe!' he at last exclaimed, 'safe, so

far--our persecutors have not arrived!'

"When I got out with my companions, I wondered how such a narrow and

almost imperceptible opening, when covered with branches, could be the

passage to such spacious catacombs. 'Guido Castle!' said I to Tito. 'Not

far from here must be the dwelling of the shepherd poet!'

"'Yes,' he replied, 'it is a few miles off, and I will lead you straight

to it; there we can find a little rest, and food to satisfy our hunger.'

"The sun of March was high above the horizon when we left the

underground gloom, yet the change was not very great, for in the

beautiful forest in which we found ourselves, the trees of centuries

gave no admission to the sunshine. The paths formed by the passage of

animals were delightfully shady, and we should have enjoyed our walk if

we had suffered less from fatigue and hunger. At last, on the edge of

the wood, appeared to the longing eyes of our wearied travellers the

cottage sought for, and fortunately we discovered our friend on the

door-step. He seemed awaiting some one.

"'Ah, Marzio!' exclaimed he, when we were near him, 'it was not you whom

I expected today,' and he shook hands like old friends.

"'I expected some of those Government ruffians, because it was rumored

that men of your band were about the neighborhood. And,' he added, in

a lower voice, drawing me aside, 'at a little distance from here is

Emilio, with ten companies.'

"'Instead of the hunters, you receive the game then, Lelio,' I said;

'but a truce to talking, give us somewhat to eat and drink, for we are

famished.'

"'Come in; you will find all you want--ham, cream, cheese, bread, and

real Orvieto. Eat and drink, while I keep a look-out for the Papal

hounds; no questions now.'

"We ate the timely and abundant meal, and, our first cravings satisfied,

I asked Tito for the narrative of his adventures, which he gave in a few

words.

"'I am,' he began, 'the son of Roman parents. My father, steward of the

immense possessions of Cardinal M------, by the advice of his

Eminence, sent me to a Roman seminary at the age of fifteen, to embrace

the ecclesiastical career. For two years, contrary to my inclination,

I was compelled to continue that detested life. For at first Father

Petrucchio, the director of the seminary, showed me a good deal of

sympathy, much to the vexation of my companions, who did not fail to be

envious of my good fortune. The Father sometimes took me out with him to

walk. These promenades with Petrucchio, in themselves somewhat tedious,

appeared less so when I accompanied him to the convent of St. Francis,

to visit the nuns. There the lady abbess and the nuns, pleased, I

suppose, with my external appearance, used to compliment me and load me

with attentions. The abbess, all-powerful over the director, obtained,

without difficulty, that I should be employed in the religious service

of the convent as assistant to the old priest who officiated for the

nuns. I was not long in discovering that the abbess had conceived a

passion for me, and I became her too docile favorite. For several months

things went on thus. Under one pretense or the other, I was hardly ever

seen in the seminary. I had the support of the director, so I could

do just what I liked, and he was managed by the abbess, who, on that

condition, left him certain licenses in her convent. I myself, inclined

to any thing but a seminary, was from boyhood passionately fond of

hunting, and any adventure that required boldness; and thus, during my

excursions in the neighborhood of Guido Castle, I had become acquainted

with the subterranean passage we have just left, and frequently I have

explored with torches its most hidden recesses. Thus, indeed, I found a

way of communicating with the convent, and made use of it to introduce

myself there at all hours, and by no means always at the invitation of

the abbess. The history of her jealousy would be too long; cunning as

I had been, she had not failed to discover my partiality for certain

younger sisters, and many a time I have found her in such a towering

rage as to make me tremble at her. The enormities that I witnessed in

that den of iniquity can not be recounted now. Many lives in the bud, or

just unfolded, were there cut short! Things happened at which any

pious soul would shudder, I, ashamed of myself, resolved to leave that

pestilential place, never to return to it again. But I was doomed to pay

the penalty of my complicity in so much abomination, for that old

witch, the promoter of all licentiousness, appeared to have guessed my

intention of flying, and did not give me time to accomplish my resolve.

She one day said to me, "Tito, go down to the subterranean passage

and bring me some torches; I have been asked for some for a midnight

procession." I had a presentiment of misfortune; but there flashed

across my mind the idea of taking advantage of the opportunity to leave

forever the den of impurity. No sooner had I reached the bottom of the

staircase than I felt myself overpowered by four strong men, and dragged

towards the charnel-house which you know, and from which I was so

miraculously saved by you. They were sworn agents, and therefore my

supplications, my grief, my promises were useless. I was as good as

counted among the victims of vice and infamy when you saved me, brave

man!' and Tito finished by kissing the hand of the bandit.

"Tito's story being ended, I felt a strong desire to hear something

of Nanna's experiences; but, comforted and refreshed as we were by a

draught of good Orvieto, and yet fatigued still by the extraordinary

adventures we had passed through, we were all growing heavy-eyed, and by

mutual consent we dropped asleep on our seats. I do not know how long

we remained in that sleeping position, but a sharp whistle resounding

through the dwelling made us start up. We were scarcely roused when

the shepherd entered and said, 'Do not fear! My son Vezio has placed a

sentinel on the top of the Petilia ruins, from whence whoever approaches

can be distinguished. Those who are coming are our own people from your

band.'"

And Marzio, as though he had not been in the presence of his captain,

but in the Campagna, here stroked his jet-black mustaches, thinking of

those stout fellows.

"They were in fact our intrepid comrades," he went on, "the terror of

the wretched priests. I leave you to imagine, captain, what our joy

was on finding ourselves among those brave hearts. Many were the

glad embraces given me by those whom the vulgar think hardened in

all cruelties, but who are often in truth the manliest part of the

people--those, namely, who will not bear bad rule and injustice: that

part of the people who, could they receive something better than the

education given by the priests--that is to say, a moral, humanizing, and

patriotic training--would furnish heroes to Italy, and to the world the

same examples of courage and virtue which our fathers gave.

"Having thus so wonderfully saved my Nanna, and finding myself once more

among my comrades, I had every reason to be satisfied with my luck; yet

I must repeat your favorite saying, captain, 'Happiness on earth only

exists in the imagination!' Your words are true; I soon felt that they

were so. You remember that rascally priest at San Paolo, who seemed to

have become friendly to us, and on whom we lavished so much sympathy and

kindness? Well, the wretch was in love with my Nanna, and never did he

forgive me for having won her affection.

"Don Vantano, with the diabolic cunning which distinguishes his

fraternity, had succeeded in ingratiating himself with the family of

Nanna, and in poisoning their minds against me. Her four brothers--as

I learnt from her--helped by others, devised the plot, and, under

the guidance of the priest, succeeded in carrying off my darling from

Marcello's house. Such was the brief story of Nanna. Being obliged

again to absent myself with my men and my dear one being in a delicate

condition, I resolved to leave her in the charge of our host, with

Maria as a companion. They had become as sisters, their affection being

strengthened and cemented by the dangers and trials they had shared.

Still, being ever uneasy as to the fate of my beloved, and well aware

of the malice of her persecutor, I kept wandering about Lelio's

neighborhood; as the lioness who deposits her young while she goes in

search of food, always encircles the hiding-place of her treasure. I

felt certain that it would be very difficult for those who had at

first carried off Nanna to effect that object a second time. I was well

assisted in guarding her by Tito, who knew those parts thoroughly, and

who attached himself to me with much gratitude.

"Still, what height can not the wickedness of a priest reach! Vantano,

knowing how hazardous it would be for him to cany off his prey,

determined to destroy it! Being near her confinement, the unhappy child,

alone with the inexperienced Maria, followed the advice innocently given

her by Lelio, to call in a midwife from Guido Castle--a woman who till

then had borne a good character for honesty. But who can reckon on the

honesty of a woman where bribery and monkery reign! He who does not

believe my words, let him but pass a few months in the nest of those

hypocrites, sitting in the places that once held a Scipio and a

Cincinnatus.

"How many crimes may not a weak woman be induced to commit when she is

assured that she is fulfilling God's will, and listening to God's word!

God's word!--sacrilege of which a priest alone would be guilty. At every

ceremonial the Catholic faithful go to receive God's oracles from the

lips of the bride of Christ, the Church. She is no pure bride, but a

secret harlot. By one of her ministers poison was administered to

my Nanna, and thus was I robbed of wife, child, and every earthly

happiness.

"I was arrested, torn from her cold body, myself almost unconscious of

life. I learned afterwards that my seizure required, to accomplish it,

a number of the Papal mercenaries, and that our brave fellows fought

desperately in my defense till, overpowered by reinforcements, and

nearly all wounded, they retired in bold order.

"I was stupefied, and called again and again on death, but in vain; the

triumph of my captors was made complete, for I was alive and enchained.

From the galleys of Civita Vecchia I was, after several months, sent to

Rome, and subsequently liberated, after being compelled to take an

oath to obey and maintain the authority of the Pope--an oath to serve

faithfully an impostor and a despot, to swear to obey him, even if the

command were to murder one's father and mother. And I swore--I tell you

the whole truth--but I swore also, along with it, war on themselves, and

while this life lasts I am their enemy to the bitter end."

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