书城公版The Cloister and the Hearth
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Nay, not indifferent, for I have just discovered my real sentiments.I hate him and despise him.Girls, I here forbid you once for all to mention that signor's name to me again; else I'll whip you till the blood comes.You know how I can lay on when I'm roused.""We do.We do."

"Then provoke me not to it;" and her eye flashed daggers, and she turned to Gerard all instantaneous honey."Addio, il Gerardo." And Gerard bowed himself out of this velvet tiger's den.

He came next day and coloured her; and next he was set to make a portrait of her on a large scale; and then a full-length figure;and he was obliged to set apart two hours in the afternoon, for drawing and painting this princess, whose beauty and vanity were prodigious, and candidates for a portrait of her numerous.Here the thriving Gerard found a new and fruitful source of income.

Margaret seemed nearer and nearer.

It was Holy Thursday.No work this day.Fra Colonna and Gerard sat in a window and saw the religious processions.Their number and pious ardour thrilled Gerard with the devotion that now seemed to animate the whole people, lately bent on earthly joys.

Presently the Pope came pacing majestically at the head of his cardinals, in a red hat, white cloak, a capuchin of red velvet, and riding a lovely white Neapolitan barb, caparisoned with red velvet fringed and tasselled with gold; a hundred horsemen, armed cap-a-pie, rode behind him with their lances erected, the butt-end resting on the man's thigh.The cardinals went uncovered, all but one, de Medicis, who rode close to the Pope and conversed with him as with an equal.At every fifteen steps the Pope stopped a single moment, and gave the people his blessing, then on again.

Gerard and the friar now came down, and threading some by-streets reached the portico of one of the seven churches.It was hung with black, and soon the Pope and cardinals, who had entered the church by another door, issued forth, and stood with torches on the steps, separated by barriers from the people; then a canon read a Latin Bull, excommunicating several persons by name, especially such princes as were keeping the Church out of any of her temporal possessions.

At this awful ceremony Gerard trembled, and so did the people.But two of the cardinals spoiled the effect by laughing unreservedly the whole time.

When this was ended, the black cloth was removed, and revealed a gay panoply; and the Pope blessed the people, and ended by throwing his torch among them: so did two cardinals.Instantly there was a scramble for the torches: they were fought for, and torn in pieces by the candidates, so devoutly that small fragments were gained at the price of black eyes, bloody noses, and burnt fingers; In which hurtling his holiness and suite withdrew in peace.

And now there was a cry, and the crowd rushed to a square where was a large, open stage: several priests were upon it praying.

They rose, and with great ceremony donned red gloves.Then one of their number kneeled, and with signs of the lowest reverence drew forth from a shrine a square frame, like that of a mirror, and inside was as it were the impression of a face.

It was the Verum icon, or true impression of our Saviour's face, taken at the very moment of His most mortal agony for us.Received as it was without a grain of doubt, imagine how it moved every Christian heart.

The people threw themselves on their faces when the priest raised it on high; and cries of pity were in every mouth, and tears in almost every eye.After a while the people rose, and then the priest went round the platform, showing it for a single moment to the nearest; and at each sight loud cries of pity and devotion burst forth.

Soon after this the friends fell in with a procession of Flagellants, flogging their bare shoulders till the blood ran streaming down; but without a sign of pain in their faces, and many of them laughing and jesting as they lashed.The bystanders out of pity offered them wine; they took it, but few drank it;they generally used it to free the tails of the cat, which were hard with clotted blood, and make the next stroke more effective.

Most of them were boys, and a young woman took pity on one fair urchin."Alas! dear child," said she, "why wound thy white skin so?" "Basta," said he, laughing, "'tis for your sins I do it, not for mine.""Hear you that?" said the friar."Show me the whip that can whip the vanity out of man's heart! The young monkey; how knoweth he that stranger is a sinner more than he?""Father," said Gerard, "surely this is not to our Lord's mind.He was so pitiful.""Our Lord?" said the friar, crossing himself."What has He to do with this? This was a custom in Rome six hundred years before He was born.The boys used to go through the streets, at the Lupercalia flogging themselves.And the married women used to shove in, and try and get a blow from the monkeys' scourges; for these blows conferred fruitfulness in those days.A foolish trick this flagellation; but interesting to the bystander; reminds him of the grand old heathen.We are so prone to forget all we owe them."Next they got into one of the seven churches, and saw the Pope give the mass.The ceremony was imposing, but again - spoiled by the inconsistent conduct of the cardinals and other prelates, who sat about the altar with their hats on, chattering all through the mass like a flock of geese.