I cannot tell you the humiliation and also the fury which filled my mind as I lay there like a helpless sheep being carried to the butcher's.I, Etienne Gerard, the champion of the six brigades of light cavalry and the first swordsman of the Grand Army, to be overpowered by a single unarmed man in such a fashion! Yet I lay quiet, for there is a time to resist and there is a time to save one's strength.I had felt the fellow's grip upon my arms, and I knew that I would be a child in his hands.I waited quietly, therefore, with a heart which burned with rage, until my opportunity should come.
How long I lay there at the bottom of the boat I can not tell; but it seemed to me to be a long time, and always there were the hiss of the waters and the steady creaking of the oar.Several times we turned corners, for I heard the long, sad cry which these gondoliers give when they wish to warn their fellows that they are coming.At last, after a considerable journey, I felt the side of the boat scrape up against a landing- place.The fellow knocked three times with his oar upon wood, and in answer to his summons I heard the rasping of bars and the turning of keys.A great door creaked back upon its hinges.
"Have you got him?" asked a voice, in Italian.
My monster gave a laugh and kicked the sack in which I lay."Here he is," said he.
"They are waiting." He added something which I could not understand.
"Take him, then," said my captor.He raised me in his arms, ascendedsome steps, and I was thrown down upon a hard floor.A moment later the bars creaked and the key whined once more.I was a prisoner inside a house.
From the voices and the steps there seemed now to be several people round me.I understand Italian a great deal better than I speak it, and I could make out very well what they were saying.
"You have not killed him, Matteo?" "What matter if I have?""My faith, you will have to answer for it to the tribunal." "They will kill him, will they not?""Yes, but it is not for you or me to take it out of their hands.""Tut! I have not killed him.Dead men do not bite, and his cursed teeth met in my thumb as I pulled the sack over his head.""He lies very quiet."
"Tumble him out and you will find that he is lively enough."The cord which bound me was undone and the sack drawn from over my head.With my eyes closed I lay motionless upon the floor.
"By the saints, Matteo, I tell you that you have broken his neck.""Not I.He has only fainted.The better for him if he never came out of it again."I felt a hand within my tunic.
"Matteo is right," said a voice."His heart beats like a hammer.Let him lie and he will soon find his senses."I waited for a minute or so and then I ventured to take a stealthy peep from between my lashes.At first I could see nothing, for I had been so long in darkness and it was but a dim light in which I found myself.Soon, however, I made out that a high and vaulted ceiling covered with painted gods and goddesses was arching over my head.This was no mean den of cut-throats into which I had been carried, but it must be the hall of some Venetian palace.Then, without movement, very slowly and stealthily I had a peep at the men who surrounded me.There was the gondolier, a swart, hard-faced, murderous ruffian, and beside him were three other men, one of them a little, twisted fellow with an air of authority and several keys in his hand, the other two tall young servants in a smartlivery.As I listened to their talk I saw that the small man was the steward of the house, and that the others were under his orders.
There were four of them, then, but the little steward might be left out of the reckoning.Had I a weapon I should have smiled at such odds as those.But, hand to hand, I was no match for the one even without three others to aid him.Cunning, then, not force, must be my aid.I wished to look round for some mode of escape, and in doing so I gave an almost imperceptible movement of my head.Slight as it was it did not escape my guardians.
"Come, wake up, wake up!" cried the steward.
"Get on your feet, little Frenchman," growled the gondolier."Get up, I say," and for the second time he spurned me with his foot.
Never in the world was a command obeyed so promptly as that one.In an instant I had bounded to my feet and rushed as hard as I could to the back of the hall.They were after me as I have seen the English hounds follow a fox, but there was a long passage down which I tore.
It turned to the left and again to the left, and then I found myself back in the hall once more.They were almost within touch of me and there was no time for thought.I turned toward the staircase, but two men were coming down it.I dodged back and tried the door through which I had been brought, but it was fastened with great bars and I could not loosen them.The gondolier was on me with his knife, but I met him with a kick on the body which stretched him on his back.His dagger flew with a clatter across the marble floor.I had no time to seize it, for there were half a dozen of them now clutching at me.As I rushed through them the little steward thrust his leg before me and I fell with a crash, but I was up in an instant, and breaking from their grasp I burst through the very middle of them and made for a door at the other end of the hall.I reached it well in front of them, and I gave a shout of triumph as the handle turned freely in my hand, for I could see that it led to the outside and that all was clear for my escape.But I had forgotten this strange city in which I was.Every house is an island.As I flung open the door, ready to bound out into the street, the light of the hall shone upon the deep, still, black water which lay flush with the topmost step.
I shrank back, and in an instant my pursuers were on me.
But I am not taken so easily.Again I kicked and fought my way through them, though one of them tore a handful of hair from my head in his effort to hold me.The little steward struck me with a key and I was battered and bruised, but once more I cleared a way in front of me.
Up the grand staircase I rushed, burst open the pair of huge folding doors which faced me, and learned at last that my efforts were in vain.
