Part 20 (1/2)

A maiden so pure, fired with so sweet charity, could nowhere have budded and blossomed but at Sienna, which under all its defilements and amid all its crimes, was still the City of the Blessed Virgin.

Apprised by the Magistrates, Catherine betook herself to the public gaol on the morning of the day Ser Niccola Tuldo was to die. She found him stretched on the stone floor of the dungeon, bellowing blasphemies.

Raising the white veil the blessed St. Dominic himself had come down from Paradise to lay upon her brow, she showed the prisoner a countenance of heavenly beauty. As he gazed at her in wonder, she leant over him to wipe away the spume that defiled his mouth.

Ser Niccola Tuldo, turning on her eyes that still retained their savage ferocity, cried out:

”Begone! I hate you, because you are of Sienna, the city that slays me.

Oh! Sienna, she-wolf indeed, that with her vile claws tears out the throat of a n.o.ble gentleman of Perugia! Horrid she-wolf! unclean and inhuman h.e.l.l-hound!”

But Catherine made answer:

”Nay! brother, what is a city, what are all the cities of the earth, beside the City of G.o.d and the holy Angels? I am Catherine, and I am come to call you to the everlasting nuptials.”

The sweet voice and beaming face shed a sudden peace and radiance over the savage soul of Niccola Tuldo. He remembered the days of his innocence, and cried like a child.

The sun, rising above the Apennines, was just whitening the prison walls with its earliest rays. Catherine said:

”Look, the dawn! Up, up, my brother, for the eternal nuptials! Up, I say!”

And raising him from the ground, she drew him into the Chapel, where Fra Cattaneo confessed him.

Ser Niccola Tuldo then listened devoutly to the holy Ma.s.s and received the body of Our Lord. This done, he turned to Catherine and said:

”Stay with me; do not leave me, and I shall be well, and shall die content.”

The bells began to toll the signal for the execution.

Then Catherine answered:

”Gentle brother, I will wait you at the place of Justice.”

At this, Ser Niccola smiled and said, as if ravished with bliss:

”Joy! joy! the Delight of my soul will wait me at the holy place of Justice!”

Catherine pondered and prayed, finally saying:

”Gracious Lord, Thou hast indeed wrought in him a great enlightenment, seeing he calls holy the place of Justice.”

Ser Niccola went on:

”Yes! I shall hie me thither, strong in heart and rejoicing. I weary, as though I had a thousand years to wait, to be there, where I shall find you once more.”

”Farewell till the nuptials, the everlasting nuptials!” Catherine cried again, as she left the prison.

The condemned man was served with a little bread and wine, and supplied with a black cloak; then he was led forth along the precipitous streets, to the sound of trumpets, between the city guards, beneath the banner of the Republic. The ways swarmed with curious onlookers, and women lifted their little ones in their arms, showing them the man doomed to die.

Meantime Niccola Tuldo was dreaming of Catherine, and his lips, that had so long been bitter, opened softly as though to kiss the likeness of the blessed maid.