The Call of the Blood Part 16
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Lucrezia s.h.i.+fted along the seat until she was nearly opposite to where Hermione was sitting.
"How old is he?"
"Twenty-five, signora."
"I suppose he will be marrying soon, won't he? The men all marry young round about Marechiaro."
Lucrezia began to darn.
"His father, Chinetti Urbano, wishes him to marry at once. It is better for a man."
"You understand men, Lucrezia?"
"Si, signora. They are all alike."
"And what are they like?"
"Oh, signora, you know as well as I do. They must have their own way and we must not think to have ours. They must roam where they like, love where they choose, day or night, and we must sit in the doorway and get to bed at dark, and not bother where they've been or what they've done.
They say we've no right, except one or two. There's Francesco, to be sure. He's a lamb with Maria. She can sit with her face to the street.
But she wouldn't sit any other way, and he knows it. But the rest! Eh, gia!"
"You don't think much of men, Lucrezia!"
"Oh, signora, they're just as G.o.d made them. They can't help it any more than we can help--"
She stopped and pursed her lips suddenly, as if checking some words that were almost on them.
"Lucrezia, come here and sit by me."
Lucrezia looked up with a sort of doubtful pleasure and surprise.
"Signora?"
"Come here."
Lucrezia got up and came slowly to the seat by the ravine. Hermione took her hand.
"You like Sebastiano very much, don't you?"
Lucrezia hung her head.
"Si, signora," she whispered.
"Do you think he'd be good to a woman if she loved him?"
"I shouldn't care. Bad or good, I'd--I'd--"
Suddenly, with a sort of childish violence, she put her two hands on Hermione's arms.
"I want Sebastiano, signora; I want him!" she cried. "I've prayed to the Madonna della Rocca to give him to me; all last year I've prayed, and this. D'you think the Madonna's going to do it? Do you? Do you?"
Heat came out of her two hands, and heat flashed in her eyes. Her broad bosom heaved, and her lips, still parted when she had done speaking, seemed to interrogate Hermione fiercely in the silence. Before Hermione could reply two sounds came to them: from below in the ravine the distant drone of the ceramella, from above on the mountain-top the dry crack of a pistol-shot.
Swiftly Lucrezia turned and looked downward, but Hermione looked upward towards the bare flank that rose behind the cottage.
"It's Sebastiano, signora."
The ceramella droned on, moving slowly with its player on the hidden path beneath the olive-trees.
A second pistol-shot rang out sharply.
"Go down and meet him, Lucrezia."
"May I--may I, really, signora?"
"Yes; go quickly."
Lucrezia bent down and kissed her padrona's hand.
"Bacio la mano, bacio la mano a Lei!"
Then, bareheaded, she went out from the awning into the glare of the suns.h.i.+ne, pa.s.sed through the ruined archway, and disappeared among the rocks. She had gone to her music. Hermione stayed to listen to hers, the crack of the pistol up there near the blue sky.
Sebastiano was playing the tune she loved, the "Pastorale," but to-day she did not heed it. Indeed, now that she was left alone she was not conscious that she heard it. Her heart was on the hill-top near the blue.
Again and again the shots rang out. It seemed to Hermione that she knew which were fired by Maurice and which by Gaspare, and she whispered to herself "That's Maurice!" when she fancied one was his. Presently she was aware of some slight change and wondered what it was. Something had ceased, and its cessation recalled her mind to her surroundings. She looked round her, then down to the ravine, and then at once she understood. There was no more music from the ceramella. Lucrezia had met Sebastiano under the olives. That was certain. Hermione smiled. Her woman's imagination pictured easily enough why the player had stopped.
She hoped Lucrezia was happy. Her first words, still more her manner, had shown Hermione the depth of her heart. There was fire there, fire that burned before a shrine when she prayed to the Madonna della Rocca. She was ready even to be badly treated if only she might have Sebastiano. It seemed to be all one to her. She had no illusions, but her heart knew what it needed.
Crack went the pistol up on the mountain-top.
"That's not Maurice!" Hermione thought.
There was another report, then another.
"That last one was Maurice!"
Lucrezia did not seem even to expect a man to be true and faithful.
Perhaps she knew the Sicilian character too well. Hermione lifted her face up and looked towards the mountain. Her mind had gone once more to the Thames Embankment. As once she had mentally put Gaspare beside Artois, so now she mentally put Lucrezia. Lucrezia distrusted the south, and she was of it. Men must be as G.o.d had made them, she said, and evidently she thought that G.o.d had made them to run wild, careless of woman's feelings, careless of everything save their own vagrant desires.
The tarantella--that was the dance of the soil here, the dance of the blood. And in the tarantella each of the dancers seemed governed by his own sweet will, possessed by a merry, mad devil, whose promptings he followed with a sort of gracious and charming violence, giving himself up joyously, eagerly, utterly--to what? To his whim. Was the tarantella an allegory of life here? How strangely well Maurice had danced it on that first day of their arrival. She felt again that sense of separation which brought with it a faint and creeping melancholy.
"Crack! Crack!"
She got up from the seat by the ravine. Suddenly the sound of the firing was distressing to her, almost sinister, and she liked Lucrezia's music better. For it suggested tenderness of the soil, and tenderness of faith, and a glory of antique things both pagan and Christian. But the reiterated pistol-shots suggested violence, death, ugly things.
"Maurice!" she called, going out into the sun and gazing up towards the mountain-top. "Maurice!"
The pistol made reply. They had not heard her. They were too far or were too intent upon their sport to hear.
"Maurice!" she called again, in a louder voice, almost as a person calls for help. Another pistol-shot answered her, mocking at her in the sun.
The Call of the Blood Part 16
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