The Call of the Blood Part 53
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"No, you are a siren to-day, the siren I once fancied you might be."
"A siren, signorino? What is that?"
"An enchantress of the sea with a voice that makes men--that makes men feel they cannot go, they cannot leave it."
Maddalena lifted the roses a little higher to hide her face, but Maurice saw that her eyes were still smiling, and it seemed to him that she looked even more radiantly happy than when she had taken his hands to spring down to the beach.
Now Salvatore came up in his glory of a dark-blue suit, with a gay s.h.i.+rt of pink-and-white striped cotton, fastened at the throat with long, pink strings that had ta.s.selled ends, a scarlet bow-tie with a bra.s.s anchor and the Italian flag thrust through it, yellow shoes, and a black hat, placed well over the left ear. Upon the forefinger of his left hand he displayed a thick snake-ring of tarnished metal, and he had a large, overblown rose in his b.u.t.ton-hole. His mustaches had been carefully waxed, his hair cropped, and his hawklike, subtle, and yet violent face well washed for the great occasion. With bold familiarity he seized Maurice's hand.
"Buon giorno, signore. Come sta lei?"
"Benissimo."
"And Maddalena, signore? What do you think of Maddalena?"
He looked at his girl with a certain pride, and then back at Maurice searchingly.
"Maddalena is beautiful to-day," Maurice answered, quickly. He did not want to discuss her with her father, whom he longed to be rid of, whom he meant to get rid of if possible at the fair. Surely it would be easy to give him the slip there. He would be drinking with his companions, other fishermen and contadini, or playing cards, or--yes, that was an idea!
"Salvatore!" Maurice exclaimed, catching hold of the fisherman's arm.
"Signore?"
"There'll be donkeys at the fair, eh?"
"Donkeys--per Dio! Why, last year there were over sixty, and--"
"And isn't there a donkey auction sometimes, towards the end of the day, when they go cheap?"
"Si, signore! Si, signore!"
The fisherman's greedy little eyes were fixed on Maurice with keen interrogation.
"Don't let us forget that," Maurice said, returning his gaze. "You're a good judge of a donkey?"
Salvatore laughed.
"Per Bacco! There won't be a man at San Felice that can beat me at that!"
"Then perhaps you can do something for me. Perhaps you can buy me a donkey. Didn't I speak of it before?"
"Si, signore. For the signora to ride when she comes back from Africa?"
He smiled.
"For a lady to ride," Maurice answered, looking at Maddalena.
Salvatore made a clicking noise with his tongue, a noise that suggested eating. Then he spat vigorously and took from his jacket-pocket a long, black cigar. This was evidently going to be a great day for him.
"Avanti, signorino! Avanti!"
Gaspare was shouting and waving his hat frantically from the road.
"Come along, Maddalena!"
They left the beach and climbed the bank, Maddalena walking carefully in the s.h.i.+ning shoes, and holding her green skirt well away from the bushes with both hands. Maurice hurried across the railway line without looking at it. He wanted to forget it. He was determined to forget it, and what it was bringing to Cattaro that afternoon. They reached the group of four donkeys which were standing patiently in the dusty white road.
"Mamma mia!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Gaspare, as Maddalena came full into his sight.
"Madre mia! But you are like a burgisa dressed for the wedding-day, Donna Maddalena!"
He wagged his head at her till the big roses above his ears shook like flowers in a wind.
"Ora basta, ch' e tardu: jamu ad acc.u.mpagnari li Zitti!" he continued, p.r.o.nouncing the time-honored sentence which, at a rustic wedding, gives the signal to the musicians to stop their playing, and to the a.s.sembled company the hint that the moment has come to escort the bride to the new home which her bridegroom has prepared for her.
Maddalena laughed and blushed all over her face, and Salvatore shouted out a verse of a marriage song in high favor at Sicilian weddings:
"E cu saluti a li Zituzzi novi!
Chi bellu 'nguaggiamentu furtunatu!
Firma la menti, custanti lu cori, E si cci arriva a lu jornu biatu--"
Meanwhile, Maurice helped Maddalena onto her donkey, and paid and dismissed the boy who had brought it and Salvatore's beast from Marechiaro. Then he took out his watch.
"A quarter-past ten," he said. "Off we go! Now, Gaspare--uno! due! tre!"
They leaped simultaneously onto their donkeys, Salvatore clambered up on his, and the little cavalcade started off on the long, white road that ran close along the sea, Maddalena and Maurice in the van, Salvatore and Gaspare behind. Just at first they all kept close together, but Sicilians are very careful of their festa clothes, and soon Salvatore and Gaspare dropped farther behind to avoid the clouds of dust stirred up by the tripping feet of the donkeys in front. Their chattering voices died away, and when Maurice looked back he saw them at a distance which rendered his privacy with Maddalena more complete than anything he had dared to hope for so early in the day. Yet now that they were thus alone he felt as if he had nothing to say to her. He did not feel exactly constrained, but it seemed to him that, to-day, he could not talk the familiar commonplaces to her, or pay her obvious compliments. They might, they would please her, but something in himself would resent them. This was to be such a great day. He had wanted it with such ardor, he had been so afraid of missing it, he had gained it at the cost of so much self-respect, that it ought to be extraordinary from dawn to dark, and he and Maddalena to be unusual, intense--something, at least, more eager, more happy, more intimate than usual in it.
And then, too, as he looked at her riding along by the sea, with her young head held rather high and a smile of innocent pride in her eyes, he remembered that this day was their good-bye. Maddalena did not know that.
Probably she did not think about the future. But he knew it. They might meet again. They would doubtless meet again. But it would all be different. He would be a serious married man, who could no longer frolic as if he were still a boy like Gaspare. This was the last day of his intimate friends.h.i.+p with Maddalena.
That seemed to him very strange. He had become accustomed to her society, to her nave curiosity, her girlish, simple gayety, so accustomed to it all that he could not imagine life without it, could scarcely realize what life had been before he knew Maddalena. It seemed to him that he must have always known Maddalena. And she--what did she feel about that?
"Maddalena!" he said.
"Si, signore."
She turned her head and glanced at him, smiling, as if she were sure of hearing something pleasant. To-day, in her pretty festa dress, she looked intended for happiness. Everything about her conveyed the suggestion that she was expectant of joy. The expression in her eyes was a summons to the world to be very kind and good to her, to give her only pleasant things, things that could not harm her.
"Maddalena, do you feel as if you had known me long?"
She nodded her head.
"Si, signore."
"How long?"
She spread out one hand with the fingers held apart.
"Oh, signore--but always! I feel as if I had known you always."
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