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We mean to cut them down on sight。 I'm tired。 I'm sick of this。〃 I tossed them some coins。 They were off immediately。
But not before they let slip in talk of the country round that the nearest Florentine town was Santa Maddalana； which was two hours up ahead； and that it would close its gates at night； and nobody could talk his way into it。
I pretended to know all about that and to be on the way to a famous monastery that I knew lay farther north； which I couldn't possibly have reached； and then threw more money over my shoulder as I raced off； hollering out that they ought to ride on to meet the band ing behind who would pay them for their service。
I know they were debating all the time whether to kill me and take everything I had or not。 It was a matter of stares and bluffs and fast talking and standing one's ground； and they were just utter ruffians； and somehow I got out of it。
I rode off as quickly as I could； left the main road and cut towards the slopes from which I could see in the far distance the vague outline of Santa Maddalana。 A big town。 I could see four massive towers all gathered near the obvious front gates； and several distinct church steeples。
I had hoped for something before this Santa Maddalana； something small； less fortified。 But I couldn't remember names or was too lost now to go looking further。
The afternoon sunshine was brilliant but now at a slant。 I had to make for Santa Maddalana。
When I reached the mountain proper on which this town was built； I went up sharply on the small paths used by the shepherds。
The light was fading fast。 The forest was too thick to be safe so near a walled town。 I cursed them that they didn't keep the mountain cleared； but then I had the safety of cover。
There were moments amid the deepening darkness when it seemed virtually impossible to reach the summit； the stars now lighted a glowing sapphirine sky； but that only made the venerable town in all its majesty seem ever more unattainable。
Finally the heedless night did plunge down amongst the thick trunks of the trees； and I was picking my way； counting on the instincts of my horse more than my own failing vision。 The pale half…moon seemed in love with the clouds。 The sky itself was nothing but bits and pieces thanks to the canopy of foliage above me。
I found myself praying to my father； as if he were safely with my guardian angels about me； and I think I believed in him and his presence more surely than I had ever believed in angels； saying； 〃Please； Father； help me get there。 Help me get to safety； lest those demons render my vengeance impossible。〃
I gripped my sword hard。 I reminded myself of the daggers I wore in my boots； in my sleeve； in my jacket and in my belt。 I strained to see by the light of the sky； and had to trust my horse to pick his way through the thick tree trunks。
At moments I stopped very still。 I heard no unusual sound。 Who else would be fool enough to be out in the night of this forest？ At some point very near the end of the journey； I found the main road； the forest thinned and then gave way to smooth fields and meadows； and I took the twists and turns at a gallop。
At last the town rose right up in front of us； as it happens when you reach the gates by a final turn； you seem to have been thrown up on the ground at the foot of a magic fortress … and I took a deep breath of thanks； no matter that the giant gates were firmly shut as if a hostile army were camped beneath it。 This had to be my haven。
Of course the Watch； a sleepy soldier hollering down from above； wanted to know who I was。
Once again the effort of making up something good distracted me from wayward； near uncontrollable； images of the fiend Ursula and her severed arm； and the decapitated bodies of my brother and sister fallen on the chapel floor in mid…gesture。
I cried out； in a humble tone but with pretentious vocabulary； that I was a scholar in the employ of Cosimo de' Medici e on a search for books in Santa Maddalana； in particular old prayer books pertaining to the saints and appearances of the Blessed Virgin Mary in this district。 What nonsense。
I had e； I declared； to visit the churches and schools and whatever old teachers the town might shelter； and to take back what I could purchase with good gold Florentine coin to my master in Florence。
〃Yes； but your name； your name！〃 the soldier insisted as he opened the small lower gate only a crack； his lantern held high to inspect me。 I knew I made a good picture on my horse。
〃De' Bardi；〃 I declared。 〃Antonio De' Bardi； kinsman of Cosimo；〃 I said with fierce nerve； naming the family of Cosimo's wife because it was the only name that came into my head。 〃Look； kindly man； take this payment for me； have a good supper with your wife as my guests； here； I know it's late； I'm so tired！〃
The gate was opened。 I had to dismount to lead my horse with lowered head through it and into the echoing stone piazza right inside。
〃What in the name of God；〃 asked the Watchman； 〃were you doing in these woods after dark alone？ Do you know the dangers？ And so young？ What is the Bardi these days that they let their secretaries go riding all over unescorted？〃 He pocketed the money。 〃Look at you； a mere child！ Somebody could murder you for your buttons。 What's the matter with you？〃
This was an immense piazza； and I could see more than one street leading off。 Good luck。 But what if the demons were here too？ I had no clue as to where such things might roost or hide！ But I went on talking。
〃It's all my fault。 I got lost。 Tell on me and you'll get me in trouble；〃 I said。 〃Show me to the Albergo。 I'm so tired。 Here； take this； no； you must。〃 I gave him more money 〃I got lost。 I didn't listen。 I'm about to faint。 I need wine and supper and a bed。 Here； good man； no； no； no； take more； I insist。 The Bardi would not have it otherwise。〃
He ran out of pockets for the money； but managed somehow to stuff it in his shirt and then led me by torchlight to the Inn； banging on the door； and a sweet…faced old woman came down； grateful for the coins I thrust into her hand at once； to show me to a room。
〃High up and looking out over the valley；〃 I said； 〃if you please； and some supper； it can be stone cold； I don't care。〃
〃You're not going to find any books in this town；〃 said the Watchman； standing about as I beat it up the stairs after the woman。 〃All the young people go off； it's a peaceable place； just happy little shopkeepers。 Young men today run off to universities。 But this is a beautiful place to live； simply beautiful。〃
〃How many churches do you have？〃 I asked the old woman when we'd reached the room。 I told her that I must keep the lighted candle for the night。
〃Two Dominican； one Carmelite；〃 said the Watchman； slouching in the little door； 〃and the beautiful old Franciscan church； which is where I go。 Nothing bad ever happens here。〃
The old woman shook her head and told him to be quiet。 She set the candle down and gestured that it could stay。
The Watchman went on chattering as I sat on the bed； staring at nothing； until she'd brought a plate of cold mutton and bread； and a pitcher of wine。 〃Our schools are strict；〃 the man went on。 Again the old woman told him to hush up。
〃Nobody dares to make trouble in this place；〃 he said； and then both of them were gone。
I fell on my plate like an animal。 All I wanted was strength。 In my grief I couldn't even think of pleasure。 I looked out on a tiny bit of high star…sprinkled sky for a little while； praying desperately to every saint and angel whose name I knew for help； and then I locked up the window tight。 I bolted the door。
And making sure that the candle was well sheltered in the corner； and plenty big enough to last until dawn； I fell into the lumpy little bed； too exhausted to remove boots or sword or daggers or anything else。 I thought I'd fall into a deep sleep； but I lay rigid； full of hatred； and hurt； and swollen broken soul； staring into the dark； my mouth full of death as if I'd eaten it。
I could hear distantly the sounds of my horse being tended to downstairs； and some lonely steps on the deserted stone street。 I was safe； at least that much was so。
Finally sleep came。 It
