The sun had not yet all appeared on the horizon when his father Christopher was released from her convent Pescarenico, where he was expected to climb to the lodge. It is a Pescarenico terricciola on the left bank of the Adda, We want to hear or say the lake, not far from the bridge: a handful of houses, inhabited the most part of fishermen, and decorated here and there and trammel nets stretched out to dry. The monastery was located (and it works there, however) outside, and the entrance face of the earth, with half of the road that leads from Lecco to Bergamo. The sky was clear: from hand to hand that the sun rose behind the mountain, you could see his light, from the top of 'opposite mountains, go down, as rapid deployment, down the slopes and the valley. A breeze of autumn, removed from 'the withered leaves of the mulberry tree branches, brought her to fall, a few steps away from the tree. To the right and left, in the vineyards, the vines still tense, brillavan the red leaves in various shades, and worked the land of cool, I stood dark and distinct 'stubble fields whitish and glistening from the dew. The scene was pleased, but every figure of a man who appeared, sad eyes and thought. Every so often, emaciated and ragged beggars they met, or aged in the trade, or driven by the need to then tender hand. They spent quiet next to her father Christopher, looked at him pitifully, and although they had nothing to hope from him, as a cappuccino never touched money, made him a bow of gratitude for the alms that they had received, or who were going to try the convent. The performance of 'working around it' camps, had something even more painful. Some wandered up throwing their seed, sparse, with savings and reluctantly, as one who dares do that too much press, other spingevan the spade as a difficulty, and reluctantly tipped the sod. The skinny girl, holding the rope around the pasture vaccherella lean doornail, looking forward, and bent over in a hurry to steal for food of the family, some grass, where hunger had taught that men potevan live. These shows will increase at every step, the sadness of the friar, who walked, with sad foreboding at heart, to go and hear some misfortune.
"But because it took so much thought of Lucy, and why, at first view, had moved with great care, as a call to the father provincial, and who was this father, Christopher?" Must meet all of these questions.
by Christopher's father was a *** man closer to sixty to fifty. His head shaved, except the little crown of hair, you turned around, according to the rite cappuccinesco, rose from time to time, with a movement that reveals something of a proud and anxious for, and immediately bend down, by reflection of humility. The long white beard that covered his cheeks and chin, was even more prominent forms detected the upper face, such as abstinence, for some large piece usual, was much loved by gravity removed d ' expression. Two sunken eyes were mostly lie close to the ground, but occasionally sparkled, with sudden brightness, like two strange horses, led by hand by a coachman, with whom they know from experience that you can not win it, well they do, from time to time, some tripped, which scontan immediately, with a good tug to bite .
Christopher's father was not always so, nor ever was Christopher: His name was Louis. He was the son of a merchant of *** (the asterisks They come all the circumspection of my anonymous) that it 'his ultim'anni, find it supplied goods, and that one son had given up the traffic, and s 'was given to live like a gentleman.
In his new leisure, he began to entrargli body in a great shame for all that time he had spent in doing something in this world. Dominated by such a fantasy, studied all the ways to make people forget who had been a merchant: he wanted to be able to forget him. But the warehouse, the bales, the book, his arm, comparivan forever in the memory, as the shadow of Banquo to Macbeth, even between the pump canteens, and the smile of 'parasites. And no one could say that the treatment had to have this' poor things, to avoid any word that might be alluding to the ancient state of opinion convitante. One day, to tell a one day towards the end of the table, it 'moments of deepest and sincere joy, that you could not tell who enjoyed the most, or the brigade clearing the table, or the owner that he had laid, was teasing, with superior friendly, one of those 'guests, the more honest eater in the world. This, to match the cell, without a shadow of malice, just with the candor of a child, he replied: - eh! I make the ear of the merchant -. He himself was shocked by the sound of the word that came out of his mouth guard, face uncertain in the face of his master, who had clouded: the one and the other wanted to catch his first, but was not possible. The other guests thought, every one by itself, to how to quell the little scandal, and taking a diversion, but, thinking they were silent, and in that silence, the scandal was more manifest. Everyone shunned to meet the eyes of others, each felt that everyone was busy thinking that all volevan disguise. The joy, for that day, he went, and the reckless or, to speak with more justice, the unfortunate, he received no more calls. So the father of Louis spent his last years in constant distress, always afraid of being mocked, and never reflect that the selling is not the most ridiculous thing I buy, and that the profession of which he was ashamed then, he had performed well for so many years, in the presence of the public, and without remorse. He nobly bring up the child, according to the condition of 'time, and as he was allowed by the laws and customs as he gave up years of masters of letters and chivalry, and died, leaving him rich and young.
noble Lodovico had contracted habits, and flatterers, amongst whom he grew up, had accustomed to being treated with respect. But when he wanted to mingle with the principal of his city, he found a very different take from that to which he was accustomed, and saw that, wanting to be in their company, as would have liked, suited him to a new school of patience and submission, always stay below, and a gulp every time. Such a way of life do not agree, nor education, nor with the nature of Lodovico. They walked away angry. But then he was away with regret, because he felt that they really should have been his comrades, he took only the most treatable. With this mixture of anger and inclination, could not attend them familiarly, and wishing well that you make with them in some way, had given to compare with their magnificence and show off by buying it in cash hatred, envy and ridicule . His character, honest and violent, had then sailed for time series in other races. He felt a horror for the spontaneous and sincere for harassment and abuse: horror made all the more alive in him the quality of the people most committed to the day, which were precisely those with whom he had more of that rust. To appease, or to exercise these passions at once, he likes parts of a weak overwhelmed us aspires to be a spare, it intrudes into a trouble, he drew upon another, so that, little by little, came to constitute itself as a protector of the oppressed, and an avenger of 'wrongs. The job was demanding, and not to ask whether poor Louis had enemies, tasks and thoughts. Besides the foreign war, then was harassed continually by internal conflicts, because, in an effort to dull (not to mention those that remained below), he also had to use deception and violence, that his conscience could not approve then. Was to take place around a number of thugs, and so for his safety, as having aid more vigorous, had to choose the most risky, that is the most scandalous, and live co 'villains, for the sake of justice. So much so that more than once, or discouraged, after a dismal success, or anxious about an imminent danger, the constant looking bored, the stomach of his company, in thinking about the future, for his wealth if n'andavan, day by day, in good works and bravado, more than once he had missed the fantasy of becoming a friar, who, to this' time, was the most common fall-back, to get out of trouble. But this, perhaps it would have been a fantasy for all his life, he became a resolution, because of an accident, the most serious that it even happened.
went one day down a street in his city, followed by two good, and accompanied by a certain Christopher, sometimes youth workshop, and after that closed, became master of the house. He was a man of about fifty, fond, from youth, to Louis, who had seen born, and that, between wages and gifts, gave him not only a living, but that maintain and bring up a large family. He saw from a distance, Mr. Lodovico daybreak this arrogant and overwhelmed by profession, with whom he had never spoken in his life, but that the enemy was friendly, and to whom made, though heart, be repaid for it is one of 'benefits of this world, to be able to hate and be hated, without knowing each other. He followed by four good, advancing right, with superb pass with his head high, his mouth and made all'alterigia in contempt. Camminavan both close to the wall, but Lodovico (note) it was crawling with the right side, and this, according to custom, gave him the right (where ever you go to put the right!) Not through a sieve from said wall, to give passage to those who would, thing that was done then great event. The other claimed the opposite, that this right to compete in him as a noble, and that Lodovico touch of going in the middle, and this by virtue of another custom. For, in this as in many other business practices were in force two otherwise without had decided which of the two was good, giving the opportunity to make a war, whenever a hard head s'abbattesse in another of the same temperament. Que 'two men were meeting, tight to the wall, like two walking figures in low relief. When they found themselves face to face, that Mr., eyeing Louis, head high, with an imperious scowl, he said, in a corresponding tone of voice: - take place.
- Do you place, - said Louis. - The right is mine.
- Co 'your peers, it is always mine.
- Yes, if the arrogance of 'Your equal was the law for my peers. The good of both were standing still, each behind his master, looking askance, with his hands with daggers, prepared for battle. The people who came here and there, was held at a distance, to observe the fact, and the presence of those viewers increasingly motivated the de pique 'contenders.
- In the middle, vile mechanical, or I'll teach you a time as this is co 'gentlemen.
- you lie to me to be a coward.
- You lie I lied -. This answer was pragmatic. - And, if you were a knight, like me, - said the gentleman, - I want you to see, with the sword and the cape, the liar is you.
- And a good excuse to neglect to sustain co 'made the insolence of your words.
- Throw in the mud this rascal, - said the gentleman, turning to 'her.
- Let's see! - Ludwig said, suddenly giving a step back, and drawing his sword.
- Bold! - Shouted the other, showing off her: - I will break it when it is stained with your vile blood. So
rushed to each other, the servants of both parties rushed to the defense of 'their masters. The fight was uneven, and the number, and also because Louis was intended rather to avoid the blows, and to disarm the enemy, to kill him, but that he wanted his death, at any cost. Louis had already received a stab in the left arm of a good and a slight scratches on one cheek, and the enemy's main swooped on him to finish it, and when Christopher, seeing his master in the extreme danger, went with the dagger upon the Lord. This, directed all his anger against him, passed by the sword. At this sight, Lodovico, as beside himself, threw her in the belly of the assailant, who fell dying, almost to a point with the poor Christopher. The good of the gentleman, seeing that it was over, they fled, battered, those of Louis, harassed and scarred them too, because there is more to those who give, and not wanting to be hanged in people who already ran, notched by ' On the other hand: and Louis found himself alone with this' two deadly companions to walk in a crowd.
- How did it go? - It's a. - Son two. - The eye has a belly. - Who was he murdered? - That bully. - Oh Holy Mary, who shambles! - Search and find. - A pays for all. - He finished too. - What a shock! - Wants to be a serious matter. - And that wretch! - Mercy! what a show! - Save it, save it. - He's cool too. - See how concerts! throw blood everywhere. - Run, run. Do not let yourself.
These words, which is most of all did they feel confused in the rig of the crowd, expressing the common vote, and, by counsel, was also helpful. The fact had happened near a church of the Capuchins, asylum, as everyone knows, so impenetrable to 'bailiffs, and all that complex things and people, called justice. The killer was wounded brought there or taken out from the crowd, almost out of emotion, and the monks received him from the hands of the people who recommended him, saying - it is a good man who shot a superb villain: he did it for her Defense: There has been pulled by the hair.
Lodovico had never, before, shed blood, and although the murder was, in this' time, something so common, that each of the ears were accustomed to hear him tell, and eyes to see, well the impression he got from seeing the man who died for him, and the man died he was new and unspeakable, and it was a revelation of feelings still unknown. The fall of his enemy, the alteration of the face, as he walked, at a time, from the threat and the fury, slaughter and the solemn stillness of death, was a sight that changed, at one point, the soul of the man who. Dragged to the convent, almost did not know where he was, or what you did, and when he was himself again, he found himself in an infirmary bed, in the hands of the surgeon brother (they had the Capuchin convent, usually one in each) Faldelli accommodating and sides on which he had received two wounds in the clash. A father, whose use was of particular assistance to the dying, and he often had to render this service on the road, was immediately called to the place of combat. He returned a few minutes later, entered the infirmary, and, approaching the bed where he lay Lodovico - consolation - said - at least he died well, and instructed me to ask for your forgiveness, and bring his -. This word did not find the poor Louis, and woke up more strongly and more distinctly the feelings that were crowded and confused in her mind: of his pain, dismay and regret that the stroke had left his hand, and at the same time, an anguished man who killed compassion. - And the other? - The monk asked anxiously.
- The other had died, when I arrived. Meanwhile, access, and the contours of the convent formicolavan of people curious but, now the posse, he dispose of the crowd, and at a certain distance from the door, yet so that no one could escape unnoticed. A brother of the deceased, his two cousins \u200b\u200band an uncle, were well armed from head to foot, with great accompaniment to good, and they started making the rounds around, looking, looking and threatening acts of defiance, this' curious, not osavan say him right, but had written on their faces. Just
Lodovico was able to gather his thoughts, a monk named confessor asked him who sought the widow of Christopher, to ask forgiveness on behalf of him being the reason, although quite certain involuntary, of the desolation, and, in same time, making sure he took family above himself. Reflecting then to 'his case, he felt reborn much alive and that thought seriously of becoming a friar, who had sometimes crossed my mind that he thought that God had put on the road, and given him a sign of his will , making it happen in a convent in that situation, and the party was taken. He sent for the watchman, and expressed his desire. N'ebbe in response, that one must look precipitated by the resolutions, but that if he persisted, it would not be rejected. Then, without being a notary, he dictated a donation of all that's left (which was, however, a nice property) to the family of Christopher, a sum to the widow, as if constituted a contraddote, and the remaining eight children that Christopher had left. The resolution of
Lodovico was very aptly for his guests, who, for his sake, they were in a bell'intrigo. References from the convent, and expose it to justice, that is the revenge of 'his enemies, was not party to either put out for consultation. It would have been the same as renouncing 'their privileges, discredit the people at the monastery, attracted the censure of all the Capuchins of the universe, for letting violate the rights of all, excited against all ecclesiastical authority, which is consideravan as guardian of this right. On the other hand, the family of the murdered man, very powerful, and for himself, and his adhesions, had put the point of wanting revenge, and declared her an enemy of anyone venture To put an obstacle. The story does not say that man came to them very grieved, nor that a tear had been shed for him, the whole family: she simply says they were all eager to have nell'unghie the killer, dead or alive . Now this, the habit of cappuccino, sat down everything. It was, to a certain extent un'emenda, imposes a penance, called implicitly guilty, he retired from every race, was, in short, an enemy that places the arms. Relatives of the dead potevan then also, if they pleased, believe and boast that he had became a monk in despair, and fear of their wrath. It, however, reduce a man of his spropriarsi, tosarsi to his head, walking barefoot, sleeping upon a sack, to live on alms, he could kick a competent opinion, offended even the most arrogant.
The guardian appeared, with a humility at ease, the brother of the dead, and, after a thousand protestations of respect for the illustrious house, and desire to please it in all that was feasible, he spoke of repentance of Lodovico , and its resolution, by gently feeling that the house could be happy, and then crept softly, and with an even more right, that he liked or disliked, it should be. His brother gave Ismani, who left the cappuccino evaporate, saying from time to time - is a right pain too -. He understood that in any case, his family would have known to take a satisfaction and a cappuccino, no matter what he thought, not said no. Finally asked, imposed as a condition, that the murderer of his brother from that city to leave immediately. The guard, who had already decided that this was done, said he would do, leaving others believe, if they liked, be it an act of obedience: and everything was closed. Happy family, who went out with honor, pleased the brothers, who saves a man and their privileges, without making any enemy cavalry happy amateurs, who saw a deal to terminate commendably; happy the people who saw a man out of trouble well liked, and at the same time, he admired a conversion, happy at last, and most of all, in the midst of pain, our Lodovico, who began a life of expiation and service that could, if not repaired, pay at least the evil done, and counteract the intolerable sting of remorse. The suspicion that his resolution was attributed to fear, grieved for a moment, but consoled himself now, with the thought that quell'ingiusto trial would be a punishment for him, and a means of atonement. Thus, thirty years, ravvolse in the bag, and, having, as usual, leave your name, and get a new one, he chose someone who reminds him every moment, what he had to atone: and the name Brother Christopher.
As soon as the ceremony of investiture, the guardian would have been calling on him to do his novitiate in ***, sixty miles away, and that would start the following day. The novice bowed deeply, and asked for a pardon. - Let me, father, - he said - that, before leaving this city, where I shed the blood of a man, where he left a family cruelly offended, I least of facing the restaurant, at least I show my regret not being able to make good the damage, with an apology to his brother of the murdered man, and Levi, if God blesses my intention, the rancor from the soul -. The attendant seemed to him that such a step, besides being good in itself, would serve to reconcile the growing family with the convent and went from that Mr. diviato brother to inform him of demand between Christopher. A proposal so unexpected, he felt, along with the wonder of a bubbling anger, but not without some complacency. After thinking for a moment - is tomorrow - he said, and gave an hour. The guard came back to lead the novice to the desired consensus.
The gentleman immediately thought that the more that satisfaction was solemn and resounding, much more would enhance its credibility with the whole family, and the general public, and it would be (to use modern elegance) a beautiful page in the history of the family . He experience in a hurry all the relatives, the next day, at noon, rest is used (as it was then called) to come from him, to receive a common satisfaction. At noon, the building was swarming with gentlemen of every age and every sex was a turn, a reshuffling of large caps, with lofty feathers, Durlindana pending move itself poised for a crisp and starched ruffs, hampered by a train guilloche gowns. The corridors, the courtyard and the street formicolavan of servants, of pages of good and curious. Among Christopher saw that phone, I guessed the reason, and felt a slight disturbance, but after a while, he said to himself: "He's fine: I killed him in public, in the presence of so many of her enemies: that was a scandal, this is repaired. "So, with downcast eyes, mate with her father at his side, passed the door of the house, crossed the courtyard, among a crowd that the team with an unceremonious curiosity, climbed the stairs , and the other half of genteel crowd, who made his move to wing, followed by a hundred eyes, came to the presence of the landlord, who, surrounded by 'closest relatives, stood in the middle of the room, with the look down, and chin in the air, grasping with his left hand, the pommel of the sword, and tightening the collar with the right of the hood on his chest.
there sometimes in the face and demeanor of a man look so instant, it seems almost an outpouring of the inner core, which, in a crowd of spectators, the finding on that soul shall be one. The face and the attitude of Cristoforo said they clear to the onlookers, who had become a monk, nor was a humiliation to human fear, and this in SHELLS all began. When he saw the injured, hurried, he is placed kneeling at the feet, hands folded on his chest, and, bowing his head shaved, he said these words: - I am the murderer of his brother. God knows if I would return it at the cost of my blood, but they can not simply make them ineffective and late apologies, I beg you to accept it for the love of God -. All eyes were still on the newbie and the character to whom he was speaking, all ears were strained. When Cristoforo stopped, got up, all over the room, a murmur of pity and respect. The gentleman, who was forced into an act of condescension, anger and compressed, was troubled by those words, and, bending over the kneeling - stand up - he said, his voice changes: - in the offense ... The indeed ... but the clothes you wear ... Not only that, but for you ... He got up, his father ... My brother ... I can not deny ... was a knight ... was a man ... a bit 'impetuous ... a bit 'alive. But everything happens for the disposal of God do not talk about it anymore ... But, father, you must not stay in posture MISUSE -. It took him by the arms, lifted him up. Among Christopher, on his feet, but with his head down, he replied: - I can therefore hope that you m'abbia granted his pardon! And if I get to her, who do not have hope? Oh! If I could hear from his mouth the word, forgive me!
- Pardon? - Said the gentleman. - You do not need it most. But also, as you wish, sure, sure, I will lose heart, and all ...
- All! all! - They shouted with one voice, the crowd. The face of the monk opens a grateful joy, in which shone, however, still a humble and profound repentance of the evil which the forgiveness of men could not repair. The gentleman, won by that aspect, and transported by the general commotion, threw her arms around his neck, and gave and received the kiss of peace. A - bravo! good! - Burst from all parts of the room, all moved, and gathered around the monk. Meanwhile, they were servants, with great abundance of refreshments. The gentleman raccostò our Christopher, who made signs of wanting to fire, and said to him - his father, likes something, give me proof of this friendship -. And he began to serve each other before, but he retired with a certain resistance friendly - these things - he said - no longer for me, but I will never waste his gifts. I'm going to put me in Travel: deign to bring me bread, so I can say that he had enjoyed his charity, he had eat his bread, and had a sign of his forgiveness -. The gentleman, moved and ordered that it did so, and was immediately a waiter, in full dress, carrying a loaf of bread upon a silver platter, and presented it to his father, who, taking him and thanked him, put him into the basket. He then asked the license, and embraced again the master of the house, and all those who are nearest to him, could seize a moment, got away from them with difficulty, had to do battle nell'anticamere for isbrigarsi by 'servants and even 'good, that kissed the hem of the cord, the cap, and stood in the street, carried in triumph, and accompanied by a crowd of people, even to a port City, whence came, beginning his pedestrian journey to the place of his apprenticeship.
The brother of the murdered man, and his relatives, who had expected to taste and relish in that sad day the joy of pride, instead found themselves filled with the serene joy of forgiveness and kindness. The company even held some time with a good nature and an unusual warmth, due to which no one was prepared, by going there. Instead of satisfaction taken, to avenge abuses, commitments erupted, the praises of the novice, reconciliation and gentleness were the topics of conversation. And someone who, for the fiftieth time, he told how his father had been able to count Muzio, in that famous economic situation, to fit properly the Marquis Stanislas, who was then Rodomonte that everyone knows, spoke in place of penance and the patience of a wonderful between Simone, who died many years before. Match Company, the owner, quite thrilled, to return to himself, wonder what he had in tended, that he himself had said, and muttered between his teeth: - devil of a friar! - (You know that we transcribe his exact words) - devil of a friar! if he stayed there on his knees for some time, almost almost sorry I asked him who killed his brother m'abbia -. Our history note explicitly that, from that day on, the gentleman was a bit 'less precipitous, and a little 'closer to hand.
Christopher's father walked, with a comfort that he had never tried it, after that terrible day, to atone for what his life was to be consecrated. The silence that was imposed to 'novices, the observer, without realizing it, absorbed as he was, the thought of the hardships, deprivation and humiliation that he suffered for his foul iscontare. Pausing, school lunch hour at a benefactor, he ate with a sort of pleasure, the bread of forgiveness, but he persevered in one piece and placed it in the bag, to keep it as a memory forever.
It is not our design to the story of his cloistered life: we will say only that, fulfilling, always with great desire, and with great care, the ufizi that were routinely assigned to preach and witness of the dying, do not let the opportunity to exercise the other two, who had set themselves: to accommodate differences and protect the oppressed. In this genius came to somewhere without his n'avvedesse, his old habit, and a resticciolo of warlike spirits, that the humiliation and the debris they had not been able to extinguish it completely. His language was usually humble and sedate, but when it was fought for truth and justice, the man s'animava, suddenly, the impetus of old, the second and changed from an emphasis solemn venutagli by 'Use of preaching, language that gave a unique character. His whole demeanor, as the appearance, announced a long war, including a markedly spirited, resentful, and a willingness opposite, usually successful, always alert, and directed by higher motives and inspirations. His brother and friend, who knew him well, he once likened to those words too expressive in their natural form, which some even well-educated, pronounce, when the passion is overflowing, mutilated, with some letters changed; words on that misrepresentation, do remember, however, their primitive energy.
If a poor little strange, sad in the case of Lucy, had sought the help of his father Christopher, he would be over immediately. Since then Lucy, ran with a lot more concern, because he knew and admired the innocence of her, she was already worried about its dangers, and felt an unworthy saint for vile persecution which had become the object. Besides this, having recommended to the least harm, not to reveal anything, and sit quietly, afraid now that the council could have produced some dire effect, and the care of charity, which was inborn in him as a, s' added, in this case, that often torments quell'angustia scrupulous good.
But in the meantime we have been telling the facts of his father Christopher, arrived, has run facing the door, and women, leaving the yielding reel handle turn and squeak, got up, saying in a voice - oh father Christopher! be blessed!
"But because it took so much thought of Lucy, and why, at first view, had moved with great care, as a call to the father provincial, and who was this father, Christopher?" Must meet all of these questions.
by Christopher's father was a *** man closer to sixty to fifty. His head shaved, except the little crown of hair, you turned around, according to the rite cappuccinesco, rose from time to time, with a movement that reveals something of a proud and anxious for, and immediately bend down, by reflection of humility. The long white beard that covered his cheeks and chin, was even more prominent forms detected the upper face, such as abstinence, for some large piece usual, was much loved by gravity removed d ' expression. Two sunken eyes were mostly lie close to the ground, but occasionally sparkled, with sudden brightness, like two strange horses, led by hand by a coachman, with whom they know from experience that you can not win it, well they do, from time to time, some tripped, which scontan immediately, with a good tug to bite .
Christopher's father was not always so, nor ever was Christopher: His name was Louis. He was the son of a merchant of *** (the asterisks They come all the circumspection of my anonymous) that it 'his ultim'anni, find it supplied goods, and that one son had given up the traffic, and s 'was given to live like a gentleman.
In his new leisure, he began to entrargli body in a great shame for all that time he had spent in doing something in this world. Dominated by such a fantasy, studied all the ways to make people forget who had been a merchant: he wanted to be able to forget him. But the warehouse, the bales, the book, his arm, comparivan forever in the memory, as the shadow of Banquo to Macbeth, even between the pump canteens, and the smile of 'parasites. And no one could say that the treatment had to have this' poor things, to avoid any word that might be alluding to the ancient state of opinion convitante. One day, to tell a one day towards the end of the table, it 'moments of deepest and sincere joy, that you could not tell who enjoyed the most, or the brigade clearing the table, or the owner that he had laid, was teasing, with superior friendly, one of those 'guests, the more honest eater in the world. This, to match the cell, without a shadow of malice, just with the candor of a child, he replied: - eh! I make the ear of the merchant -. He himself was shocked by the sound of the word that came out of his mouth guard, face uncertain in the face of his master, who had clouded: the one and the other wanted to catch his first, but was not possible. The other guests thought, every one by itself, to how to quell the little scandal, and taking a diversion, but, thinking they were silent, and in that silence, the scandal was more manifest. Everyone shunned to meet the eyes of others, each felt that everyone was busy thinking that all volevan disguise. The joy, for that day, he went, and the reckless or, to speak with more justice, the unfortunate, he received no more calls. So the father of Louis spent his last years in constant distress, always afraid of being mocked, and never reflect that the selling is not the most ridiculous thing I buy, and that the profession of which he was ashamed then, he had performed well for so many years, in the presence of the public, and without remorse. He nobly bring up the child, according to the condition of 'time, and as he was allowed by the laws and customs as he gave up years of masters of letters and chivalry, and died, leaving him rich and young.
noble Lodovico had contracted habits, and flatterers, amongst whom he grew up, had accustomed to being treated with respect. But when he wanted to mingle with the principal of his city, he found a very different take from that to which he was accustomed, and saw that, wanting to be in their company, as would have liked, suited him to a new school of patience and submission, always stay below, and a gulp every time. Such a way of life do not agree, nor education, nor with the nature of Lodovico. They walked away angry. But then he was away with regret, because he felt that they really should have been his comrades, he took only the most treatable. With this mixture of anger and inclination, could not attend them familiarly, and wishing well that you make with them in some way, had given to compare with their magnificence and show off by buying it in cash hatred, envy and ridicule . His character, honest and violent, had then sailed for time series in other races. He felt a horror for the spontaneous and sincere for harassment and abuse: horror made all the more alive in him the quality of the people most committed to the day, which were precisely those with whom he had more of that rust. To appease, or to exercise these passions at once, he likes parts of a weak overwhelmed us aspires to be a spare, it intrudes into a trouble, he drew upon another, so that, little by little, came to constitute itself as a protector of the oppressed, and an avenger of 'wrongs. The job was demanding, and not to ask whether poor Louis had enemies, tasks and thoughts. Besides the foreign war, then was harassed continually by internal conflicts, because, in an effort to dull (not to mention those that remained below), he also had to use deception and violence, that his conscience could not approve then. Was to take place around a number of thugs, and so for his safety, as having aid more vigorous, had to choose the most risky, that is the most scandalous, and live co 'villains, for the sake of justice. So much so that more than once, or discouraged, after a dismal success, or anxious about an imminent danger, the constant looking bored, the stomach of his company, in thinking about the future, for his wealth if n'andavan, day by day, in good works and bravado, more than once he had missed the fantasy of becoming a friar, who, to this' time, was the most common fall-back, to get out of trouble. But this, perhaps it would have been a fantasy for all his life, he became a resolution, because of an accident, the most serious that it even happened.
went one day down a street in his city, followed by two good, and accompanied by a certain Christopher, sometimes youth workshop, and after that closed, became master of the house. He was a man of about fifty, fond, from youth, to Louis, who had seen born, and that, between wages and gifts, gave him not only a living, but that maintain and bring up a large family. He saw from a distance, Mr. Lodovico daybreak this arrogant and overwhelmed by profession, with whom he had never spoken in his life, but that the enemy was friendly, and to whom made, though heart, be repaid for it is one of 'benefits of this world, to be able to hate and be hated, without knowing each other. He followed by four good, advancing right, with superb pass with his head high, his mouth and made all'alterigia in contempt. Camminavan both close to the wall, but Lodovico (note) it was crawling with the right side, and this, according to custom, gave him the right (where ever you go to put the right!) Not through a sieve from said wall, to give passage to those who would, thing that was done then great event. The other claimed the opposite, that this right to compete in him as a noble, and that Lodovico touch of going in the middle, and this by virtue of another custom. For, in this as in many other business practices were in force two otherwise without had decided which of the two was good, giving the opportunity to make a war, whenever a hard head s'abbattesse in another of the same temperament. Que 'two men were meeting, tight to the wall, like two walking figures in low relief. When they found themselves face to face, that Mr., eyeing Louis, head high, with an imperious scowl, he said, in a corresponding tone of voice: - take place.
- Do you place, - said Louis. - The right is mine.
- Co 'your peers, it is always mine.
- Yes, if the arrogance of 'Your equal was the law for my peers. The good of both were standing still, each behind his master, looking askance, with his hands with daggers, prepared for battle. The people who came here and there, was held at a distance, to observe the fact, and the presence of those viewers increasingly motivated the de pique 'contenders.
- In the middle, vile mechanical, or I'll teach you a time as this is co 'gentlemen.
- you lie to me to be a coward.
- You lie I lied -. This answer was pragmatic. - And, if you were a knight, like me, - said the gentleman, - I want you to see, with the sword and the cape, the liar is you.
- And a good excuse to neglect to sustain co 'made the insolence of your words.
- Throw in the mud this rascal, - said the gentleman, turning to 'her.
- Let's see! - Ludwig said, suddenly giving a step back, and drawing his sword.
- Bold! - Shouted the other, showing off her: - I will break it when it is stained with your vile blood. So
rushed to each other, the servants of both parties rushed to the defense of 'their masters. The fight was uneven, and the number, and also because Louis was intended rather to avoid the blows, and to disarm the enemy, to kill him, but that he wanted his death, at any cost. Louis had already received a stab in the left arm of a good and a slight scratches on one cheek, and the enemy's main swooped on him to finish it, and when Christopher, seeing his master in the extreme danger, went with the dagger upon the Lord. This, directed all his anger against him, passed by the sword. At this sight, Lodovico, as beside himself, threw her in the belly of the assailant, who fell dying, almost to a point with the poor Christopher. The good of the gentleman, seeing that it was over, they fled, battered, those of Louis, harassed and scarred them too, because there is more to those who give, and not wanting to be hanged in people who already ran, notched by ' On the other hand: and Louis found himself alone with this' two deadly companions to walk in a crowd.
- How did it go? - It's a. - Son two. - The eye has a belly. - Who was he murdered? - That bully. - Oh Holy Mary, who shambles! - Search and find. - A pays for all. - He finished too. - What a shock! - Wants to be a serious matter. - And that wretch! - Mercy! what a show! - Save it, save it. - He's cool too. - See how concerts! throw blood everywhere. - Run, run. Do not let yourself.
These words, which is most of all did they feel confused in the rig of the crowd, expressing the common vote, and, by counsel, was also helpful. The fact had happened near a church of the Capuchins, asylum, as everyone knows, so impenetrable to 'bailiffs, and all that complex things and people, called justice. The killer was wounded brought there or taken out from the crowd, almost out of emotion, and the monks received him from the hands of the people who recommended him, saying - it is a good man who shot a superb villain: he did it for her Defense: There has been pulled by the hair.
Lodovico had never, before, shed blood, and although the murder was, in this' time, something so common, that each of the ears were accustomed to hear him tell, and eyes to see, well the impression he got from seeing the man who died for him, and the man died he was new and unspeakable, and it was a revelation of feelings still unknown. The fall of his enemy, the alteration of the face, as he walked, at a time, from the threat and the fury, slaughter and the solemn stillness of death, was a sight that changed, at one point, the soul of the man who. Dragged to the convent, almost did not know where he was, or what you did, and when he was himself again, he found himself in an infirmary bed, in the hands of the surgeon brother (they had the Capuchin convent, usually one in each) Faldelli accommodating and sides on which he had received two wounds in the clash. A father, whose use was of particular assistance to the dying, and he often had to render this service on the road, was immediately called to the place of combat. He returned a few minutes later, entered the infirmary, and, approaching the bed where he lay Lodovico - consolation - said - at least he died well, and instructed me to ask for your forgiveness, and bring his -. This word did not find the poor Louis, and woke up more strongly and more distinctly the feelings that were crowded and confused in her mind: of his pain, dismay and regret that the stroke had left his hand, and at the same time, an anguished man who killed compassion. - And the other? - The monk asked anxiously.
- The other had died, when I arrived. Meanwhile, access, and the contours of the convent formicolavan of people curious but, now the posse, he dispose of the crowd, and at a certain distance from the door, yet so that no one could escape unnoticed. A brother of the deceased, his two cousins \u200b\u200band an uncle, were well armed from head to foot, with great accompaniment to good, and they started making the rounds around, looking, looking and threatening acts of defiance, this' curious, not osavan say him right, but had written on their faces. Just
Lodovico was able to gather his thoughts, a monk named confessor asked him who sought the widow of Christopher, to ask forgiveness on behalf of him being the reason, although quite certain involuntary, of the desolation, and, in same time, making sure he took family above himself. Reflecting then to 'his case, he felt reborn much alive and that thought seriously of becoming a friar, who had sometimes crossed my mind that he thought that God had put on the road, and given him a sign of his will , making it happen in a convent in that situation, and the party was taken. He sent for the watchman, and expressed his desire. N'ebbe in response, that one must look precipitated by the resolutions, but that if he persisted, it would not be rejected. Then, without being a notary, he dictated a donation of all that's left (which was, however, a nice property) to the family of Christopher, a sum to the widow, as if constituted a contraddote, and the remaining eight children that Christopher had left. The resolution of
Lodovico was very aptly for his guests, who, for his sake, they were in a bell'intrigo. References from the convent, and expose it to justice, that is the revenge of 'his enemies, was not party to either put out for consultation. It would have been the same as renouncing 'their privileges, discredit the people at the monastery, attracted the censure of all the Capuchins of the universe, for letting violate the rights of all, excited against all ecclesiastical authority, which is consideravan as guardian of this right. On the other hand, the family of the murdered man, very powerful, and for himself, and his adhesions, had put the point of wanting revenge, and declared her an enemy of anyone venture To put an obstacle. The story does not say that man came to them very grieved, nor that a tear had been shed for him, the whole family: she simply says they were all eager to have nell'unghie the killer, dead or alive . Now this, the habit of cappuccino, sat down everything. It was, to a certain extent un'emenda, imposes a penance, called implicitly guilty, he retired from every race, was, in short, an enemy that places the arms. Relatives of the dead potevan then also, if they pleased, believe and boast that he had became a monk in despair, and fear of their wrath. It, however, reduce a man of his spropriarsi, tosarsi to his head, walking barefoot, sleeping upon a sack, to live on alms, he could kick a competent opinion, offended even the most arrogant.
The guardian appeared, with a humility at ease, the brother of the dead, and, after a thousand protestations of respect for the illustrious house, and desire to please it in all that was feasible, he spoke of repentance of Lodovico , and its resolution, by gently feeling that the house could be happy, and then crept softly, and with an even more right, that he liked or disliked, it should be. His brother gave Ismani, who left the cappuccino evaporate, saying from time to time - is a right pain too -. He understood that in any case, his family would have known to take a satisfaction and a cappuccino, no matter what he thought, not said no. Finally asked, imposed as a condition, that the murderer of his brother from that city to leave immediately. The guard, who had already decided that this was done, said he would do, leaving others believe, if they liked, be it an act of obedience: and everything was closed. Happy family, who went out with honor, pleased the brothers, who saves a man and their privileges, without making any enemy cavalry happy amateurs, who saw a deal to terminate commendably; happy the people who saw a man out of trouble well liked, and at the same time, he admired a conversion, happy at last, and most of all, in the midst of pain, our Lodovico, who began a life of expiation and service that could, if not repaired, pay at least the evil done, and counteract the intolerable sting of remorse. The suspicion that his resolution was attributed to fear, grieved for a moment, but consoled himself now, with the thought that quell'ingiusto trial would be a punishment for him, and a means of atonement. Thus, thirty years, ravvolse in the bag, and, having, as usual, leave your name, and get a new one, he chose someone who reminds him every moment, what he had to atone: and the name Brother Christopher.
As soon as the ceremony of investiture, the guardian would have been calling on him to do his novitiate in ***, sixty miles away, and that would start the following day. The novice bowed deeply, and asked for a pardon. - Let me, father, - he said - that, before leaving this city, where I shed the blood of a man, where he left a family cruelly offended, I least of facing the restaurant, at least I show my regret not being able to make good the damage, with an apology to his brother of the murdered man, and Levi, if God blesses my intention, the rancor from the soul -. The attendant seemed to him that such a step, besides being good in itself, would serve to reconcile the growing family with the convent and went from that Mr. diviato brother to inform him of demand between Christopher. A proposal so unexpected, he felt, along with the wonder of a bubbling anger, but not without some complacency. After thinking for a moment - is tomorrow - he said, and gave an hour. The guard came back to lead the novice to the desired consensus.
The gentleman immediately thought that the more that satisfaction was solemn and resounding, much more would enhance its credibility with the whole family, and the general public, and it would be (to use modern elegance) a beautiful page in the history of the family . He experience in a hurry all the relatives, the next day, at noon, rest is used (as it was then called) to come from him, to receive a common satisfaction. At noon, the building was swarming with gentlemen of every age and every sex was a turn, a reshuffling of large caps, with lofty feathers, Durlindana pending move itself poised for a crisp and starched ruffs, hampered by a train guilloche gowns. The corridors, the courtyard and the street formicolavan of servants, of pages of good and curious. Among Christopher saw that phone, I guessed the reason, and felt a slight disturbance, but after a while, he said to himself: "He's fine: I killed him in public, in the presence of so many of her enemies: that was a scandal, this is repaired. "So, with downcast eyes, mate with her father at his side, passed the door of the house, crossed the courtyard, among a crowd that the team with an unceremonious curiosity, climbed the stairs , and the other half of genteel crowd, who made his move to wing, followed by a hundred eyes, came to the presence of the landlord, who, surrounded by 'closest relatives, stood in the middle of the room, with the look down, and chin in the air, grasping with his left hand, the pommel of the sword, and tightening the collar with the right of the hood on his chest.
there sometimes in the face and demeanor of a man look so instant, it seems almost an outpouring of the inner core, which, in a crowd of spectators, the finding on that soul shall be one. The face and the attitude of Cristoforo said they clear to the onlookers, who had become a monk, nor was a humiliation to human fear, and this in SHELLS all began. When he saw the injured, hurried, he is placed kneeling at the feet, hands folded on his chest, and, bowing his head shaved, he said these words: - I am the murderer of his brother. God knows if I would return it at the cost of my blood, but they can not simply make them ineffective and late apologies, I beg you to accept it for the love of God -. All eyes were still on the newbie and the character to whom he was speaking, all ears were strained. When Cristoforo stopped, got up, all over the room, a murmur of pity and respect. The gentleman, who was forced into an act of condescension, anger and compressed, was troubled by those words, and, bending over the kneeling - stand up - he said, his voice changes: - in the offense ... The indeed ... but the clothes you wear ... Not only that, but for you ... He got up, his father ... My brother ... I can not deny ... was a knight ... was a man ... a bit 'impetuous ... a bit 'alive. But everything happens for the disposal of God do not talk about it anymore ... But, father, you must not stay in posture MISUSE -. It took him by the arms, lifted him up. Among Christopher, on his feet, but with his head down, he replied: - I can therefore hope that you m'abbia granted his pardon! And if I get to her, who do not have hope? Oh! If I could hear from his mouth the word, forgive me!
- Pardon? - Said the gentleman. - You do not need it most. But also, as you wish, sure, sure, I will lose heart, and all ...
- All! all! - They shouted with one voice, the crowd. The face of the monk opens a grateful joy, in which shone, however, still a humble and profound repentance of the evil which the forgiveness of men could not repair. The gentleman, won by that aspect, and transported by the general commotion, threw her arms around his neck, and gave and received the kiss of peace. A - bravo! good! - Burst from all parts of the room, all moved, and gathered around the monk. Meanwhile, they were servants, with great abundance of refreshments. The gentleman raccostò our Christopher, who made signs of wanting to fire, and said to him - his father, likes something, give me proof of this friendship -. And he began to serve each other before, but he retired with a certain resistance friendly - these things - he said - no longer for me, but I will never waste his gifts. I'm going to put me in Travel: deign to bring me bread, so I can say that he had enjoyed his charity, he had eat his bread, and had a sign of his forgiveness -. The gentleman, moved and ordered that it did so, and was immediately a waiter, in full dress, carrying a loaf of bread upon a silver platter, and presented it to his father, who, taking him and thanked him, put him into the basket. He then asked the license, and embraced again the master of the house, and all those who are nearest to him, could seize a moment, got away from them with difficulty, had to do battle nell'anticamere for isbrigarsi by 'servants and even 'good, that kissed the hem of the cord, the cap, and stood in the street, carried in triumph, and accompanied by a crowd of people, even to a port City, whence came, beginning his pedestrian journey to the place of his apprenticeship.
The brother of the murdered man, and his relatives, who had expected to taste and relish in that sad day the joy of pride, instead found themselves filled with the serene joy of forgiveness and kindness. The company even held some time with a good nature and an unusual warmth, due to which no one was prepared, by going there. Instead of satisfaction taken, to avenge abuses, commitments erupted, the praises of the novice, reconciliation and gentleness were the topics of conversation. And someone who, for the fiftieth time, he told how his father had been able to count Muzio, in that famous economic situation, to fit properly the Marquis Stanislas, who was then Rodomonte that everyone knows, spoke in place of penance and the patience of a wonderful between Simone, who died many years before. Match Company, the owner, quite thrilled, to return to himself, wonder what he had in tended, that he himself had said, and muttered between his teeth: - devil of a friar! - (You know that we transcribe his exact words) - devil of a friar! if he stayed there on his knees for some time, almost almost sorry I asked him who killed his brother m'abbia -. Our history note explicitly that, from that day on, the gentleman was a bit 'less precipitous, and a little 'closer to hand.
Christopher's father walked, with a comfort that he had never tried it, after that terrible day, to atone for what his life was to be consecrated. The silence that was imposed to 'novices, the observer, without realizing it, absorbed as he was, the thought of the hardships, deprivation and humiliation that he suffered for his foul iscontare. Pausing, school lunch hour at a benefactor, he ate with a sort of pleasure, the bread of forgiveness, but he persevered in one piece and placed it in the bag, to keep it as a memory forever.
It is not our design to the story of his cloistered life: we will say only that, fulfilling, always with great desire, and with great care, the ufizi that were routinely assigned to preach and witness of the dying, do not let the opportunity to exercise the other two, who had set themselves: to accommodate differences and protect the oppressed. In this genius came to somewhere without his n'avvedesse, his old habit, and a resticciolo of warlike spirits, that the humiliation and the debris they had not been able to extinguish it completely. His language was usually humble and sedate, but when it was fought for truth and justice, the man s'animava, suddenly, the impetus of old, the second and changed from an emphasis solemn venutagli by 'Use of preaching, language that gave a unique character. His whole demeanor, as the appearance, announced a long war, including a markedly spirited, resentful, and a willingness opposite, usually successful, always alert, and directed by higher motives and inspirations. His brother and friend, who knew him well, he once likened to those words too expressive in their natural form, which some even well-educated, pronounce, when the passion is overflowing, mutilated, with some letters changed; words on that misrepresentation, do remember, however, their primitive energy.
If a poor little strange, sad in the case of Lucy, had sought the help of his father Christopher, he would be over immediately. Since then Lucy, ran with a lot more concern, because he knew and admired the innocence of her, she was already worried about its dangers, and felt an unworthy saint for vile persecution which had become the object. Besides this, having recommended to the least harm, not to reveal anything, and sit quietly, afraid now that the council could have produced some dire effect, and the care of charity, which was inborn in him as a, s' added, in this case, that often torments quell'angustia scrupulous good.
But in the meantime we have been telling the facts of his father Christopher, arrived, has run facing the door, and women, leaving the yielding reel handle turn and squeak, got up, saying in a voice - oh father Christopher! be blessed!
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