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　But　from　the　hollow　mouth　of　darkness　beyond　the　opening　there　came　only　a　low　satin　laughter；　a　mocking　laughter；　and　this　it　seemed　was　echoed　by　others；　and　I　heard　a　powerful　thundering　of　hooves；　as　though　several　horsemen　had　menced　at　once　to　ride　off。
　My　father　himself　slammed　the　gate。　And　turned　and　made　the　Sign　of　the　Cross；　and　pressed　his　hands　together　in　prayer。
　〃Dear　Lord　God；　how　dare　they！〃　he　said；　looking　up。
　It　was　only　now；　as　he　stormed　back　towards　me　and　towards　the　tower　itself；　that　I　realized　the　Captain　of　the　Guard　was　paralyzed　with　seeming　terror。
　My　father's　eye　caught　mine　as　soon　as　he　came　into　the　light　from　the　stairs；　and　I　gestured　to　the　Captain。　My　father　spun　round。
　〃Batten　down　my　house；〃　my　father　called　out。　〃Search　it　from　top　to　bottom　and　batten　it　down　and　call　out　the　soldiery　and　fill　the　night　with　torches；　do　you　hear？　I　will　have　men　in　every　tower　and　on　the　walls。　Do　it　at　once。　It　will　give　peace　and　calm　to　my　people！〃　We　had　not　yet　reached　the　supper　room　when　an　old　priest　living　with　us　then；　a　learned　Dominican　named　Fra　Diamonte；　came　down　with　his　white　hair　all　mussed；　and　his　cassock　half　unbuttoned；　and　his　prayer　book　in　his　hand。
　〃What　is　it；　my　Lord？〃　he　asked。　〃What　in　the　name　of　God　has　happened？〃
　〃Father；　trust　in　God　and　e　and　pray　with　me　in　the　chapel；〃　said　my　father　to　him。　He　then　pointed　to　another　guard　who　was　fast　approaching。　〃Light　up　the　chapel；　all　its　candles；　for　I　want　to　pray。　Do　it　now；　and　have　the　boys　e　down　and　play　for　me　some　sacred　music。〃
　He　then　took　my　hand　and　that　of　the　priest。　〃It's　nothing；　really；　you　must　both　of　you　know　that。　It's　all　superstitious　foolishness；　but　any　excuse　which　makes　a　worldly　man　like　me　turn　to　his　God　is　a　good　one。　e　on；　Vittorio；　you　and　Fra　Diamonte　and　I　will　pray；　but　for　your　mother　put　on　a　good　face。〃
　I　was　much　calmer；　but　the　prospect　of　being　up　all　night　in　the　lighted　chapel　was　both　wele　and　alarming。
　I　went　off　to　get　my　prayer　books；　my　Mass　books　and　books　of　other　devotions；　fine　vellum　books　from　Florence；　with　gilt　print　and　beautifully　edged　illustrations。
　I　was　just　ing　out　of　my　room　when　I　saw　my　father　there　with　my　mother；　saying　to　her；　〃And　do　not　leave　the　children　alone　for　a　moment；　and　you；　you　in　this　state；　I　will　not　tolerate　this　distress。〃　She　touched　her　belly。
　I　realized　she　was　with　child　again。　And　I　realized；　too；　that　my　father　was　really　alarmed　about　something。　What　could　it　mean；　〃Do　not　leave　the　children　alone　for　a　moment〃？　What　could　this　mean？
　The　chapel　was　fortable　enough。　My　father　had　long　ago　provided　some　decent　wooden　and　velvet…padded　prie…dieux；　though　on　feast　days　everyone　stood。　Pews　didn't　exist　in　those　times。
　But　he　also　spent　some　of　the　night　showing　me　the　vault　beneath　the　church；　which　opened　by　means　of　a　ring　handle　on　a　trapdoor；　faced　in　stone；　the　ring　itself　fitted　down　flat　beneath　what　appeared　to　be　only　one　of　many　marble　inlaid　ornaments　in　the　floor　tiles。
　I　knew　of　these　crypts　but　had　been　whipped　for　sneaking　into　them　when　I　was　a　child；　and　my　father　had　told　me　back　then　how　disappointed　in　me　he'd　been　that　I　couldn't　keep　a　family　secret。
　That　admonition　had　hurt　far　more　than　the　whipping。　And　I'd　never　asked　to　go　with　him　into　the　crypts；　which　I　knew　he　had　done　over　the　years　now　and　then。　I　thought　treasure　was　down　there；　and　secrets　of　the　pagans。
　Well；　I　saw　now　there　was　a　cavernous　room；　carved　high　and　deep　out　of　the　earth；　and　faced　with　stone；　and　that　it　was　full　of　varied　treasure。　There　were　old　chests　and　even　old　books　in　heaps。　And　two　bolted　doorways。
　〃Those　lead　to　old　burial　places　that　you　don't　need　to　go　to；〃　he　said；　〃but　you　need　to　know　of　this　place　now。　And　remember　it。〃
　When　we　came　back　up　into　the　chapel；　he　put　the　trapdoor　right；　laid　down　the　ring；　relaid　the　marble　tile；　and　the　whole　was　quite　invisible。
　Fra　Diamonte　pretended　not　to　have　seen。　My　mother　was　asleep　and　so　were　the　children。　We　all　fell　asleep　before　dawn　in　the　chapel。
　My　father　walked　out　in　the　courtyard　at　sunup；　when　the　cocks　were　crowing　all　over　the　villages　inside　the　walls；　and　he　stretched　and　looked　up　at　the　sky　and　then　shrugged　his　shoulders。
　Two　of　my　uncles　ran　at　him；　demanding　to　know　what　Signore　from　where　dared　to　propose　a　siege　against　us　and　when　we　were　supposed　to　have　this　battle。
　〃No；　no；　no；　you've　got　it　all　wrong；〃　my　father　said。　〃We're　not　going　to　war。　You　go　back　to　bed。〃
　But　he　had　no　sooner　spoken　these　words　than　a　ripping　scream　brought　us　all　around；　and　through　the　opening　courtyard　gates　there　came　one　of　the　village　girls；　one　of　our　near　and　dear　girls；　shrieking　the　terrible　words：　〃He's　gone；　the　baby's　gone；　they've　taken　him。〃
　The　rest　of　the　day　was　a　relentless　search　for　this　missing　child。　But　no　one　could　find　him。　And　it　was　soon　discovered　that　one　other　child　had　also　vanished　without　a　trace。　He　had　been　a　half…wit；　rather　beloved　because　he　caused　no　harm；　but　so　addle…brained　he　couldn't　even　much　walk。　And　everyone　was　ashamed　to　say　that　they　did　not　even　know　how　long　that　half…wit　had　been　missing。　By　dusk；　I　thought　I　would　go　mad　if　I　didn't　get　to　see　my　father　alone；　if　I　couldn't　push　my　way　into　the　locked　chambers　where　he　sat　with　his　uncles　and　the　priests　arguing　and　fighting。　Finally；　I　hammered　so　loudly　on　the　door　and　kicked　so　much　that　he　let　me　in。
　The　meeting　was　about　to　break　up　and　he　drew　me　down　by　himself；　and　he　said　with　wild　eyes：
　〃Do　you　see　what　they've　done？　They　took　the　very　tribute　they　demanded　of　me。　They　took　it！　I　refused　it　and　they　took　it。〃
　〃But　what　tribute？　You　mean　the　children？〃
　He　was　wild…eyed。　He　rubbed　his　unshaven　face；　and　he　crashed　his　fist　down　on　his　desk；　and　then　he　pushed　over　all　his　writing　things。
　〃Who　do　they　think　they　are　that　they　e　to　me　by　night　and　demand　that　I　tender　to　them　those　infants　unwanted　by　anyone？〃
　〃Father；　what　is　this？　You　must　tell　me。〃
　〃Vittorio；　you　will　tomorrow　be　off　to　Florence；　at　the　first　light；　and　with　the　letters　I　mean　to　write　tonight。　I　need　more　than　country　priests　to　fight　this。　Now　get　ready　for　the　journey。〃
　He　looked　up　quite　suddenly。　He　appeared　to　listen；　and　then　to　look　about。　I　could　see　the　light　was　gone　from　the　windows。　We　ourselves　were　just　dim　figures；　and　he　had　thrown　the　candelabra　down。　I　picked　it　up。
　I　watched　him　sidelong　as　I　took　one　of　the　candles　and　lighted　it　by　the　torch　at　the　door　and　brought　it　back；　and　then　lighted　the　other　candles。　He　listened；　still　and　alert；　and　then　without　making　a　sound　he　rose　to　his　feet；　his　fists　on　the　desk；　seemingly　uncaring　of　the　light　that　the　candles　threw　on　his　shocked　and　wary　face。
　〃What　do　you　hear；　my　Lord？〃　I　said；　using　the　formal　address　for　him　without　so　much　as　realizing　it。
　〃Evil；〃　he　whispered。　〃Malignant　things　such　as　God　only　suffers　to　live　because　of　our　sins。　Arm　yourself　well。　Bring　your　mother；　your　brother　and　your　sister　to　the　chapel；　and　hurry。　The　soldiers　have　their　orders。〃
　〃Shall　I　have　some　supper　brought　there　as　well；　just　bread　and　beer；　perhaps？〃　I　asked。
　He　nodded　as　though　that　were　scarcely　a　concern。
　Within　less　than　an　hour　we　were　all　gathered　inside　the　chapel；　the　entire　family；　which　included　then　five　uncles　and　four　aunts；　and　with　us　were　two　nurses　and　Fra　Diamonte。
　The　little　altar　was　decked　out　as　if　for　Mass；　with　the　finest　embroidered　altar　cloth　and　the　thickest　golden　candlesticks　with　blazing　candles。　The　Image　of　Our　Crucified　Christ　shone　in　the　light；　an　ancient　colorless　and　thin　wooden　carving　that　had　hung　on　the　wall　there　since　the　time　of　St。　Francis；　when　the　great　saint　was　supposed　to　have　stopped　at　our　castle　two　centuries　ago。
　It　was　a　naked　Christ；　mon　in　those　times；　and　a　figure　of　tortured　sacrifice；　nothing　as　robust　and　sensual　as　those　crucifixes　made　these　days；　and　it　stood　out　powerfully　in　contrast　to　the　parade　of　freshly　painted　saints　on　the　walls　in　their　brilliant　scarlet　and　gold　finery。
　We　sat　on　plain　brown　benches　brought　in　for　us；　nobody　speaking　a　word；　for　Fra　Diamonte　had　that　morning　said　Mass　and　bestowed　into　the　Tabernacle　the　Body　and　Blood　of　Our　Lord　in　the　form　of　the　Sacred　Host；　and　the　chapel　was　now；　as　it　were；　put　to　its　full　purpose　as　the　House　of　God。
　We　did　eat　the　bread；　and　drink　a　little　bit　of　the　beer　near　the　front　doors；　but　we　kept　quiet。
　Only　my　father　repeatedly　went　out；　walking　boldly　into　the　torch…lighted　courtyard　and　calling　up　to　his　soldiers　in　the　towers　and　on　the　walls；　and　even　sometimes　being　gone　to　climb　up　and　see　for　himself　that　all　was　well　under　his　protection。
　My　uncles　were　all　armed。　My　aunts　said　their　rosaries　fervently。　Fra　Diamonte　was　confused；　and　my　mother　seemed　pale　to　death　and　sick；　perhaps　from　the　baby　in　her　womb；　and　she　clung　to　my　sister　and　brother；　who　were　by　this　time　pretty　frankly　frightened。
　It　seemed　we　would　pass　the　night　without　incident。
　It　couldn't　have　been　two　hours　before　dawn　when　I　was　awakened　from　a　shallow　slumber　by　a　horrid　scream。
　At　once　my　father