"No plan but that which posts guards at your door and keeps you within these walls—"
"That the enemies of Venice may do their work. Is that your reason,
Signor Falier?"
"I have no other reason, Excellency, but your own safety and that of the city."
"I am sure of it, Captain, and being sure I am putting my life in your hands to-night—"
"To-night; we are to follow you to the Merceria, then?"
"Not at all; say rather that you are to return to the palace and to keep these things so secret that even the Council has no word of them. But, at ten o'clock, take twenty of your best men and let your boat lie in the shadow of the church of San Luca until I have need of you. You understand, Captain Falier?"
Falier nodded his head and replied vaguely. Truth to tell, he understood very little beyond this—that the friar had been before him once more, and that he could but follow as a child trustingly. And the city was in danger! His heart beat quick when he heard the words.
"Excellency," he stammered, "the boat shall be there—at ten o'clock—in the shadow of the church of San Luca. But first—"
"No," said the priest, quickly, "we have done with our firstly—and your gondola waits, I think, signorè!"