The Saracen: The Holy War Part 35
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"The dirty ladroni," Tilia went on. "That Tartar and the other one, and the cardinal--all of them had such merry times in my house. How could they do this to me?"
"The Tartars are simply doing as Tartars do," said Sophia. "They take what they want, and they kill anyone who tries to stop them. As for the cardinal, he is a Frank, and if you had seen what the Franks did to my city, you would not be surprised at this." She felt helpless. How could what she was saying possibly comfort Tilia?
Tilia struck the heel of her hand against her forehead. "How stupid I was! When John the Tartar said he wanted to take Rachel to Perugia with him, I should have known he would not accept my refusal. I should have been prepared for this."
Sophia, remembering how Rachel had begged to leave Tilia's house with her that morning, spoke sharply before she could stop herself.
"As it was, you kept Rachel safe for him until he was ready to take her."
Tilia gasped. "That is very unfair."
Now Sophia was deeply angry with herself. She had already decided that what had happened to Rachel should not be blamed on Tilia. And she was trying--or should be trying--to comfort her. Her cruel Greek tongue had got the better of her.
Sophia was about to apologize when a shout from outside stopped her.
"The mistress of the wh.o.r.es' house is in this cart. I saw her get into it."
"Now she sees how G.o.d punishes fornicators."
"We should never have let her move into our street."
"Let her get her house and all of her filth out of here."
Sophia shrank back into the cart, her heart quaking. She had seen mobs tear people to pieces.
She said, "Tilia, that crowd frightens me, and the podesta's men may not be much protection. Let us get out of here, please."
"I will show you what I think of that crowd," said Tilia. She pushed her way to the front of the cart and stood beside Riccardo with her hands on her hips. Sophia could see people gathered, white faces in the moonlight, red faces in the torchlight.
"Ignoranti!" Tilia shouted. "Fannulloni! My house is the best on your street. The rest is one big, foul quintana. Where were you idlers when my men were murdered and my women were raped by a gang of foreigners?
Home p.i.s.sing in your pants, eh? Brave Orvietans you are. Get out of my way."
Sophia heard a muttering from the crowd, but no one tried to answer Tilia. Sophia shook her head.
_If I live to be a hundred, I don't think I could ever face down a mob like that._
Tilia turned to Riccardo, whose broad shoulders beside her had lent force to her words. "Drive on."
The cart rolled forward, and the people fell back, squeezing against the housefronts to let it by. Sophia, devastated, sagged back against a great earthenware olive oil jar. She was too worn out even to cry anymore.
LVI
_Now, at last, this is the end_, thought Daoud as the door of the chamber of torment rasped open. He had been preparing himself for death, praying, commending himself to G.o.d. Now he hoped that without much more pain, G.o.d would take him.
Erculio, who had been sitting with his back to the wall, pushed himself to his feet and scuttled forward.
D'Ucello entered, followed by two guards in yellow and blue.
"Welcome back, Signore," Erculio cried. "Shall we now roast this stubborn fellow's ballocks?"
Erculio, Daoud sensed, enjoyed feigning the gleeful torturer precisely because it was a way of tormenting d'Ucello himself.
D'Ucello walked over to where Daoud lay naked on the rack and glowered silently down at him, his lips pressed together under his thin mustache.
The podesta glanced at the silver flask on the table, but made no move to pick it up. He seemed to be studying Daoud, searching for something as he looked into his eyes.
He blinked and turned away. "Untie him."
"What are we going to do to him now, Signore?" said Erculio, still all eagerness. He needed to know, Daoud thought, when it would be time for the poison ball.
"Untie him and sit him up slowly," said d'Ucello.
"Oh, Signore!" Erculio exclaimed. "May we not play with him some more?"
D'Ucello's mouth twisted. "Enough of your infernal questions, pervert.i.to! Do as I say."
The impact of this surprise was like a rock smas.h.i.+ng into Daoud's Face of Steel. What was happening? Was he not to have his manhood burned away? Was he not to die?
This, too, could be a trick. Realizing that the threat of Greek Fire had not broken Daoud, d'Ucello might be making one last and very effective attempt to destroy his resolve by making it seem his fortunes had suddenly reversed themselves.
Daoud tried to bring the upwelling of hope under control, to resume the Face of Steel. But something in his bones was already sure that he was saved, and spasms of trembling ran through his body. His face felt as if it were falling to pieces, the Mask of Clay broken like a useless pot.
Bustling around the table, Erculio undid the knots at his wrists and ankles. In his surprise, Daoud relaxed his defenses against pain, and agony stabbed him like spears in every muscle of his body.
"We have not the means to treat your wounds here in this chamber," said d'Ucello. "But lower your legs over the side of the table and sit there for a moment. Then, if you can stand and walk, we will take you upstairs and my own physician, Fra Bernardino, will attend you."
_Can it be? Am I to go free?_
Joy burst up in him like a fountain in the desert. The candlelight seemed to flicker, and he nearly fainted. The sudden rush of emotion was unbearable.
Unless this was indeed a ruse, which seemed less and less likely with each pa.s.sing moment, his suffering was over. The contessa had prevailed! But why? Why had she intervened to save him? Daoud remembered his vision of Sophia hurrying through the night to Tilia's house. Had Sophia done something that brought the contessa into it?
As he sat on the edge of the table, Daoud brought his eyes up to fix them on d'Ucello's. The dark eyes of the podesta, with the deep black rings under them, stared back. There was a look of defiance in d'Ucello's eyes, as if Daoud were the accuser and d'Ucello the one being interrogated.
Daoud's throat was tight and dry, and it ached when he tried to speak, but he forced words out.
"What are you going to do with me? Are you setting me free?"
The podesta nodded, his lips tight. "It seems that way."
"Why?"
"Be good enough to wait for an explanation until we are in private."
Daoud tried to read d'Ucello's round, swarthy face, but he could not tell whether the podesta was relieved or angry.
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