“If you say that she took aught from you, then you lie,” I repeated.
He considered me steadily. “Fool!” he said at last. “Whence else came her jewels and fine clothes? From Fifanti, do you think—that impecunious pedant? Or perhaps you imagine that it was from Gambara? In time that grasping prelate might have made the Duke pay. But pay, himself? By the Blood of God! he was never known to pay for anything.
“Or, yet again, do you suppose her finery was afforded her by Caro?—Messer Annibale Caro—who is so much in debt that he is never like to return to Piacenza, unless some dolt of a patron rewards him for his poetaster's labours.
“No, no, my shaveling. It was I who paid—I who was the fool. God! I more than suspected the others. But you. You saint... You!”
He flung up his head, and laughed bitterly and unpleasantly. “Ah, well!” he ended, “You are to pay, though in different kind. It is in the family, you see.” And abruptly raising his voice he shouted to the men to wait.
Thereafter he rode ahead, alone and gloomy, whilst no less alone and gloomy rode I amid my guards. The thing he had revealed to me had torn away a veil from my silly eyes. It had made me understand a hundred little matters that hitherto had been puzzling me. And I saw how utterly and fatuously blind I had been to things which even Fra Gervasio had apprehended from just the relation he had drawn from me.
It was as we were entering Piacenza by the Gate of San Lazzaro that I again drew my cousin to my side.
“Sir Captain!” I called to him, for I could not bring myself to address him as cousin now. He came, inquiry in his eyes.
“Where is she now?” I asked.
He stared at me a moment, as if my effrontery astonished him. Then he shrugged and sneered. “I would I knew for certain,” was his fierce answer. “I would I knew. Then should I have the pair of you.” And I saw it in his face how unforgivingly he hated me out of his savage jealousy. “My Lord Gambara might tell you. I scarcely doubt it. Were I but certain, what a reckoning should I not present! He may be Governor of Piacenza, but were he Governor of Hell he should not escape me.” And with that he rode ahead again, and left me.