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Chapter 3

           

           Hegroundedhisoldgun,and,turninghishead,glancedatthecolouredlithographofGaribaldiinablackframeonthewhitewall;athreadofstrongsunshinecutitperpendicularly.Hiseyes,accustomedtotheluminoustwilight,madeoutthehighcolouringoftheface,theredoftheshirt,theoutlinesofthesquareshoulders,theblackpatchoftheBersaglierehatwithcock’sfeatherscurlingoverthecrown.Animmortalhero!Thiswasyourliberty;itgaveyounotonlylife,butimmortalityaswell!

           Forthatonemanhisfanaticismhadsufferednodiminution.Inthemomentofrelieffromtheapprehensionofthegreatestdanger,perhaps,hisfamilyhadbeenexposedtoinalltheirwanderings,hehadturnedtothepictureofhisoldchief,firstandonly,thenlaidhishandonhiswife’sshoulder.

           Thechildrenkneelingonthefloorhadnotmoved.SignoraTeresaopenedhereyesalittle,asthoughhehadawakenedherfromaverydeepanddreamlessslumber.Beforehehadtimeinhisdeliberatewaytosayareassuringwordshejumpedup,withthechildrenclingingtoher,oneoneachside,gaspedforbreath,andletoutahoarseshriek.

           Itwassimultaneouswiththebangofaviolentblowstruckontheoutsideoftheshutter.Theycouldhearsuddenlythesnortingofahorse,therestivetrampingofhoofsonthenarrow,hardpathinfrontofthehouse;thetoeofabootstruckattheshutteragain;aspurjingledateveryblow,andanexcitedvoiceshouted,“Hola!hola,inthere!”

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