The Saracen: The Holy War Part 37
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"Wait, Signore," the Dominican said, putting out a pale hand. "Cardinal Ugolini has come here with men-at-arms and is demanding that you release this man David to him at once."
Ugolini, here? Daoud felt a lightness in his heart. Freedom was that much closer.
"Make sure the cardinal is comfortable and is offered refreshments, Fra Bernardino," said d'Ucello, "and tell him he will not have to wait long."
_Better and better._
When the door was shut, d'Ucello walked over to the bed and stared into Daoud's eyes. "If I let you go, will you speak on my behalf to the Ghibellini?"
Daoud smiled. "In my capacity as a trader?"
D'Ucello clenched his fists. "d.a.m.n you! You are too stubborn."
"So"--Daoud kept the smile fixed on his face--"you have arrested and tortured me for a night and a day. You very nearly did to me something so horrible, even now it hurts me to think about it. And you would have done it, too, if the contessa's summons had not delayed you. Now, because you have stopped doing these things to me, you expect me to be overflowing with grat.i.tude and glad to help you make peace with the Ghibellini."
D'Ucello smiled back. "For my sparing you from torture, from mutilation, from death, you should be grateful, yes."
_If he were another kind of man, he would have destroyed me with Greek Fire and let this city be ruined while he fought the Sienese. In spite of what he did to me, this is a wise man, and he deserves to live and to rule here._
But Daoud could not resist another thrust. "What I should do, if, as you think, I have influence with the Sienese, is have them do to you what you have done to me. And not spare you at the end." He felt himself getting angry as he thought of all he had been through, even though he knew anger was foolish. "I know where you keep your flask of Greek Fire."
D'Ucello's black eyes held Daoud's. "Yes. You could do that. But I think I have come to know something about you during these hours you have suffered at my hands."
"Yes?"
"I do not know what you are, but I know that you are much more than you seem to be. And you are not the sort who takes revenge on a man for doing his duty."
Daoud did not care to haggle anymore. "Allow any messenger of mine freedom to come and go through the city gates."
"Agreed."
The podesta was right, he thought. He would not seek revenge after d'Ucello surrendered to the Sienese any more than he would kill a prisoner of war. Men like Qutuz did that sort of thing, to satisfy their vanity. Men like Baibars did not. He thanked G.o.d for making him more like Baibars.
And he thanked G.o.d for bringing him alive and whole out of the valley of death.
Her first sight of Daoud was a cruel blow to Sophia's heart. His blond hair, dark with dirt and sweat, spread in lank locks on the pillow. His bloodshot eyes looked at her out of blackened lids. His lips were cracked. His face looked hollow, as if he had grown thinner just in the day d'Ucello had held him.
She ran to him across the tiled floor of Ugolini's reception hall.
He was alive, but how badly hurt was he? She prayed that when she lifted the blanket that covered him she would see that his body was sound.
He raised his hands to her as she bent over the litter. She saw that the fingernails were blackened and b.l.o.o.d.y, and her own fists clenched as she felt what they must have done to his hands. She slid her arms around his shoulders and pressed her face against his. Perhaps the men-at-arms and servants should not see the cardinal's niece embracing the trader from Trebizond, but at that moment nothing mattered to her but to hold his living body in her arms.
She heard him gasp. She was hurting him. What a fool she was!
"Forgive my clumsiness, David. I am so sorry."
He gently squeezed her hand as she drew away from him. "Your arms feel like an angel's wings."
Ugolini called his steward, Agostino, and rattled off a list of necessaries for treating Daoud's wounds--water, a pot and a brazier, clean cloths, medicine jars from the cardinal's cabinet.
Sophia walked beside the litter as Ugolini's men carried Daoud to his room on the third floor. Her hand rested lightly on his shoulder. Her feelings alternated between agony, as she imagined what he had gone through, and singing elation that he was back with her. With joy she felt movement and life in the hard muscle under her fingertips.
"Tilia and I did what we could for you," she said when the men had deposited him on his bed.
"I know," said Daoud. "Ugolini told me about your visit to the contessa.
Had she not sent for d'Ucello when she did--as you persuaded her to do--I would be dead now."
She sat on the edge of his bed and put her hands over her face and wept for joy. It had all meant something, her rus.h.i.+ng to Tilia before dawn, her going with Ugolini to the contessa, her falling to her knees before the old woman.
As the men-at-arms left, Ugolini came in with Agostino and two servants bearing a brazier and a tripod, pots of water, cloths, and jars of ointments and powders from Ugolini's shelves. Two other servants brought a table into Daoud's room, and Ugolini had the medications arranged on it.
"He also let me go because the Ghibellini from Siena are about to besiege the city," said Daoud. "He wants my help in surrendering to them."
"A pity the Sienese could not have gotten here in time to catch the Tartars and de Verceuil," said Sophia when the servants had left.
Ugolini looked up from the powders he was mixing for poultices and frowned. "Catch them? Why?"
Sophia stared at Ugolini. Then the news had somehow missed him. She felt sorry for him. Even though Tilia was very much alive, this was going to be a terrible shock.
Daoud said, "In the dungeon I heard something had happened at Tilia's house."
Ugolini's eyes grew huge. "Tilia! My G.o.d, what was it?"
"Tilia is well, Cardinal," Sophia said quickly. "Luckily for her, she was here when it happened." She wondered how much Daoud knew about what had happened, and how he felt about it. Her heart still ached for poor Rachel. Where was the child now, right at this moment? Somewhere on the road to Perugia. Being abused, perhaps, by that beast of a Tartar.
"When _what_ happened?" Ugolini cried. "In the name of Christ and the Virgin, speak out!"
Sophia told the cardinal and Daoud how she and Tilia had gone to Tilia's house, and of the death and destruction they had found there. It hurt her to see the anguish in their eyes. Especially Daoud's. He _must_ feel a terrible guilt about having sent Rachel there in the first place. Now he had to suffer that, along with pain d'Ucello had inflicted on him.
"The Tartars and de Verceuil!" Ugolini shouted, shaking clenched fists.
"May G.o.d send a flood to drown them on the road to Orvieto! May all the devils in h.e.l.l roast them!" He paced the floor furiously, his red robes rustling. "I must go to Tilia at once," he cried.
"No," said Daoud. "Too many people would see you."
"But she has no one to protect her."
"She has hired guards," said Sophia. "And those who ruined her house are gone."
Daoud's head fell back against the pillow, and his eyelids closed. His face looked masklike to Sophia, almost as if he were dead. She realized, with sudden anxiety, that he might be suffering terribly, without complaint. That would be like him. And she and Ugolini stood here talking. She must see to Daoud's hurts at once. He might have injuries within, injuries from which he could not recover.
"Send some of your trusted men-at-arms to protect Tilia," said Daoud without opening his eyes, his voice faint. "Riccardo and some others. Do not go yourself."
"Of course," said Ugolini, looking abashed. "Even though you have been tortured, your head is sounder than mine. But, you understand, _I_ am tortured by the thought of what has happened to Tilia."
"I, too," said Daoud. "And to her people. And to Rachel."
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