Chapter 7.IX. Albornoz and Nina.
But the eyes which, above all others, thirsted for a glimpse of the
released captive were forbidden that delight. Alone in her chamber, Nina
awaited the result of the trial. She heard the shouts, the exclamations,
the tramp of thousands along the street; she felt that the victory was won;
and, her heart long overcharged, she burst into passionate tears. The
return of Angelo soon acquainted her with all that had passed; but it
somewhat chilled her joy to find Rienzi was the guest of the dreaded
Cardinal. That shock, in which certainty, however happy, replaces
suspense, had so powerful an effect on her frame, joined to her loathing
fear of a visit from the Cardinal, that she became for three days
alarmingly ill; and it was only on the fifth day from that which saw Rienzi
endowed with the rank of Senator of Rome, that she was recovered
sufficiently to admit Albornoz to her presence.
The Cardinal had sent daily to inquire after her health, and his inquiries,
to her alarmed mind, had appeared to insinuate a pretension to the right to
make them. Meanwhile Albornoz had had enough to divert and occupy his
thoughts. Having bought off the formidable Montreal from the service of
John de Vico, one of the ablest and fiercest enemies of the Church, he
resolved to march to the territories of that tyrant as expeditiously as
possible, and so not to allow him time to obtain the assistance of any
other band of the mercenary adventurers, who found Italy the market for
their valour. Occupied with raising troops, procuring money, corresponding
with the various free states, and establishing alliances in aid of his
ulterior and more ambitious projects at the court of Avignon, the Cardinal
waited with tolerable resignation the time when he might claim from the
Signora Cesarini the reward to which he deemed himself entitled. Meanwhile
he had held his first conversations with Rienzi, and, under the semblance
of courtesy to the acquitted Tribune, Albornoz had received him as his
guest, in order to make himself master of the character and disposition of
one in whom he sought a minister and a tool. That miraculous and magic
art, attested by the historians of the time, which Rienzi possessed over
every one with whom he came into contact, however various in temper,
station, or opinions, had not deserted him in his interview with the
Pontiff. So faithfully had he described the true condition of Rome, so
logically had he traced the causes and the remedies of the evils she
endured, so sanguinely had he spoken of his own capacities for
administering her affairs, and so brilliantly had he painted the prospects
which that administration opened to the weal of the Church, and the
interests of the Pope, that Innocent, though a keen and shrewd, and
somewhat sceptical calculator of human chances, was entirely fascinated by
the eloquence of the Roman.
"Is this the man," he is reported to have said, "whom for twelve months we
have treated as a prisoner and a criminal? Would that it were on his
shoulders only that the Christian empire reposed!"
At the close of the interview he had, with every mark of favour and
distinction, conferred upon Rienzi the rank of Senator, which, in fact, was
that of Viceroy of Rome, and had willingly acceded to all the projects
which the enterprising Rienzi had once more formed - not only for
recovering the territories of the Church, but for extending the dictatorial
sway of the Seven-hilled City, over the old dependencies of Italy.
Albornoz, to whom the Pope retailed this conversation, was somewhat jealous
of the favour the new Senator had so suddenly acquired, and immediately on
his return home sought an interview with his guest. In his heart, the Lord
Cardinal, emphatically a man of action and business, regarded Rienzi as one
rather cunning than wise - rather fortunate than great - a mixture of the
pedant and the demagogue. But after a long and scrutinizing conversation
with the new Senator, even he yielded to the spell of his enchanting and
master intellect. Reluctantly Albornoz confessed to himself that Rienzi's
rise was not the thing of chance; yet more reluctantly he perceived that
the Senator was one whom he might treat with as an equal, but could not
rule as a minion. And he entertained serious doubts whether it would be
wise to reinstate him in a power which he evinced the capacity to wield and
the genius to extend. Still, however, he did not repent the share he had
taken in Rienzi's acquittal. His presence in a camp so thinly peopled was
a matter greatly to be desired. And through his influence, the Cardinal
more than ever trusted to enlist the Romans in favour of his enterprise for
the recovery of the territory of St. Peter!
Rienzi, who panted once more to behold his Nina, endeared to him by trial
and absence, as by fresh bridals, was not however able to discover the name
she had assumed at Avignon; and his residence with the Cardinal closely but
respectfully watched as he was, forbade Nina all opportunity of
corresponding with him. Some half bantering hints which Albornoz had
dropped upon the interest taken in his welfare by the most celebrated
beauty of Avignon, had filled him with a vague alarm which he trembled to
acknowledge even to himself. But the volto sciolto (Volto sciolto,
pensieri stretti - the countenance open, the thoughts restrained.) which,
in common with all Italian politicians, concealed whatever were his
pensieri stretti - enabled him to baffle completely the jealous and
lynxlike observation of the Cardinal. Nor had Alvarez been better enabled
to satisfy the curiosity of his master. He had indeed sought the page
Villani, but the imperious manner of that wayward and haughty boy had cut
short all attempts at cross-examination. And all he could ascertain was,
that the real Angelo Villani was not the Angelo Villani who had visited
Rienzi.
Trusting at last that he should learn all, and inflamed by such passion and
such hope as he was capable of feeling, Albornoz now took his way to the
Cesarini's palace.
He was ushered with due state into the apartment of the Signora. He found
her pale, and with the traces of illness upon her noble and statuelike
features. She rose as he entered; and when he approached, she half bent
her knee, and raised his hand to her lips. Surprised and delighted at a
reception so new, the Cardinal hastened to prevent the condescension;
retaining both her hands, he attempted gently to draw them to his heart.
"Fairest!" he whispered, "couldst thou know hear I have mourned thy illness
- and yet it has but left thee more lovely, as the rain only brightens the
flower. Ah! happy if I have promoted thy lightest wish, and if in thine
eyes I may henceforth seek at once an angel to guide me and a paradise to
reward."
Nina, releasing her hand, waved it gently, and motioned the Cardinal to a
seat. Seating herself at a little distance, she then spoke with great
gravity and downcast eyes.
"My Lord, it is your intercession, joined to his own innocence, that has
released from yonder tower the elected governor of the people of Rome. But
freedom is the least of the generous gifts you have conferred; there is a
greater in a fair name vindicated, and rightful honours re-bestowed. For
this, I rest ever your debtor; for this, if I bear children, they shall be
taught to bless your name; for this the historian who recalls the deeds of
this age, and the fortunes of Cola di Rienzi, shall add a new chaplet to
the wreaths you have already won. Lord Cardinal, I may have erred. I may
have offended you - you may accuse me of woman's artifice. Speak not,
wonder not, hear me out. I have but one excuse, when I say that I held
justified any means short of dishonour, to save the life and restore the
fortunes of Cola di Rienzi. Know, my Lord, that she who now addresses you
is his wife."
The Cardinal remained motionless and silent. But his sallow countenance
grew flushed from the brow to the neck, and his thin lips quivered for a
moment, and then broke into a withering and bitter smile. At length he
rose from his seat, very slowly, and said, in a voice trembling with
passion,
"It is well, madam. Giles d'Albornoz has been, then, a puppet in the
hands, a stepping-stone in the rise, of the plebeian demagogue of Rome.
You but played upon me for your own purposes; and nothing short of a
Cardinal of Spain, and a Prince of the royal blood of Aragon, was meet to
be the instrument of a mountebank's juggle! Madam, yourself and your
husband might justly be accused of ambition - "
"Cease, my Lord," said Nina, with unspeakable dignity; "whatever offence
has been committed against you was mine alone. Till after our last
interview, Rienzi knew not even of my presence at Avignon."
"At our last interview, Lady, (you do well to recall it!) methinks there
was a hinted and implied contract. I have fulfilled my part - I claim
yours. Mark me! I do not forego that claim. As easily as I rend this
glove can I rend the parchment which proclaims thy husband 'the Senator of
Rome.' The dungeon is not death, and its door will open twice."
"My Lord - my Lord!" cried Nina, sick with terror, "wrong not so your noble
nature, your great name, your sacred rank, your chivalric blood. You are
of the knightly race of Spain, yours not the sullen, low, and inexorable
vices that stain the petty tyrants of this unhappy land. You are no
Visconti - no Castracani - you cannot stain your laurels with revenge upon
a woman. Hear me," she continued, and she fell abruptly at his feet; "men
dupe, deceive our sex - and for selfish purposes; they are pardoned - even
by their victims. Did I deceive you with a false hope? Well - what my
object? - what my excuse? My husband's liberty - my land's salvation!
Woman, - my Lord, alas, your sex too rarely understand her weakness or her
greatness! Erring - all human as she is to others - God gifts her with a
thousand virtues to the one she loves! It is from that love that she alone
drinks her nobler nature. For the hero of her worship she has the meekness
of the dove - the devotion of the saint; for his safety in peril, for his
rescue in misfortune, her vain sense imbibes the sagacity of the serpent -
her weak heart, the courage of the lioness! It is this which, in absence,
made me mask my face in smiles, that the friends of the houseless exile
might not despair of his fate - it is this which brought me through forests
beset with robbers, to watch the stars upon yon solitary tower - it was
this which led my steps to the revels of your hated court - this which made
me seek a deliverer in the noblest of its chiefs - it is this which has at
last opened the dungeon door to the prisoner now within your halls; and
this, Lord Cardinal," added Nina, rising, and folding her arms upon her
heart - "this, if your anger seeks a victim, will inspire me to die without
a groan, - but without dishonour!"
Albornoz remained rooted to the ground. Amazement - emotion - admiration -
all busy at his heart. He gazed at Nina's flashing eyes and heaving bosom
as a warrior of old upon a prophetess inspired. His eyes were riveted to
hers as by a spell. He tried to speak, but his voice failed him. Nina
continued:
"Yes, my Lord; these are no idle words! If you seek revenge, it is in your
power. Undo what you have done. Give Rienzi back to the dungeon, or to
disgrace, and you are avenged; but not on him. All the hearts of Italy
shall become to him a second Nina! I am the guilty one, and I the
sufferer. Hear me swear - in that instant which sees new wrong to Rienzi,
this hand is my executioner. - My Lord, I supplicate you no longer!"
Albornoz continued deeply moved. Nina but rightly judged him, when she
distinguished the aspiring Spaniard from the barbarous and unrelenting
voluptuaries of Italy. Despite the profligacy that stained his sacred robe
- despite all the acquired and increasing callousness of a hard, scheming,
and sceptical man, cast amidst the worst natures of the worst of times -
there lingered yet in his soul much of the knightly honour of his race and
country. High thoughts and daring spirits touched a congenial string in
his heart, and not the less, in that he had but rarely met them in his
experience of camps and courts. For the first time in his life, he felt
that he had seen the woman who could have contented him even with wedlock,
and taught him the proud and faithful love of which the minstrels of Spain
had sung. He sighed, and still gazing on Nina, approached her, almost
reverentially; he knelt and kissed the hem of her robe. "Lady," he said,
"I would I could believe that you have altogether read my nature aright,
but I were indeed lost to all honour, and unworthy of gentle birth, if I
still harboured a single thought against the peace and virtue of one like
thee. Sweet heroine," - he continued - "so lovely, yet so pure - so
haughty, and yet so soft - thou hast opened to me the brightest page these
eyes have ever scanned in the blotted volume of mankind. Mayest thou have
such happiness as life can give; but souls such as thine make their nest
like the eagle, upon rocks and amidst the storms. Fear me no more - think
of me no more - unless hereafter, when thou hearest men speak of Giles
d'Albornoz, thou mayest say in thine own heart," - and here the Cardinal's
lip curled with scorn - "he did not renounce every feeling worthy of a man,
when Ambition and Fate endued him with the surplice of the priest."
The Spaniard was gone before Nina could reply.
BOOK VIII. THE GRAND COMPANY.
"Montreal nourrissoit de plus vastes projets...il donnoit a sa campagnie un
gouvernement regulier...Par cette discipline il faisoit regner l'abondance
dans son camp; les gens de guerre ne parloient, en Italie, que des
richesses qu'on acqueroit a son service." - Sismondi, "Histoire des
Republiques Italiennes", tom. vi. c. 42.
"Montreal cherished more vast designs...he subjected his company to a
regular system of government...By means of this discipline he kept his camp
abundantly supplied, and military adventurers in Italy talked of nothing
but the wealth won in his service." - Sismondi's "History of Italian
Republics".
