The unsteady movement said more to her than words, for Piero was an unfailing stroke.
\"It is the men only of whom the Republic hath need,\" she explained, unflinchingly; \"but for the women there is no conflict of duty—the Holy Church is first. ''''Prayers for the women and deeds for the men''''—thou hast seen it written.\"
\"And thy father?\" Piero questioned, unconvinced, recalling the interview of a few hours before.
A quick, tender light flashed and passed in her eyes; a ray of color trembled on her cheek. \"I shall grieve him,\" she said, \"but he will forgive, for ever hath he bidden me choose the right.\" Her voice broke and she was silent, while she sought for some token in the folds of her robe. \"Thou wilt take him this when thou returnest, that he may know I hold him dear.\"
\"Marina!\" he pleaded, growing eloquent, with a last desperate effort, \"thou wast ever an angel to the Zuanino—thou canst not leave thine own bimbo!\"
She did not answer immediately, but she clasped and unclasped her hands passionately. \"He is safe,\" she said at last, very low and struggling for control. \"He hath the blessing of the Holy Father, given when it might avail; and the little ones are ever in the care of the Blessed Mother. It is not for my baby that I needs must go—but for Marco and my father, and for Venice. Santissima Maria, because thou sendest me, shalt thou not grant the strength!\"
There was a silence between them while they floated on, for Piero had many things to think of. He was accustomed to accomplish whatever he undertook, for he was not a man to fail from lack of resource, nor to be overcome by fears and scruples. By means of his passes and his favor with the government he could reach the borders of the Venetian dominions without suspicion, from whence he would escort Marina to the nearest convent and place her in safety with the Mother Superior, to whom he would confide the story of her distinguished guest and secure for her the treatment due to a Venetian princess; which, under the circumstances, would be an easy matter, as no member of a noble Venetian house espousing the side of Rome would be met with any but the most flattering reception. To provide Marina with companionship, Piero had confided her intended flight to the Lady Beata Tagliapietra, being sure of her devotion; and she would be waiting for them at Padua with two trusted gondoliers and whatever might be needful from the wardrobe of the Lady of the Giustiniani. The fact that he had broken his promise of secrecy did not trouble him, since it was in Marina''''s service, which made the action honorable; and were it not so, the little perjury was well atoned for by a keg of oil anonymously sent to the traghetto of San Nicolò è San Raffaele, \"pel luminar al Madonna\";[8] and Piero had much faith in anonymous gifts, for confessions were not always convenient for an officer of his dignity. But it was perhaps too much to expect that these poor little traghetto lamps should be more than dimly luminous, since the oil was so largely provided by fines for delinquencies!
[8] To light the Madonna.
With an easy conscience, also, he had helped himself to the requisite funds for their journey, amply estimated, from the treasury of the Nicolotti, which was in his keeping; and his reasoning savored of Venetian subtlety, with a hint of his toso training. Had not the Lady of the Giustiniani offered to guarantee the funds necessary for the assessments of the state, when Piero, doubtful of their resources, would have declined the position of gastaldo grande, cumbered as it was with the uncomfortable requirement that the chief should be personally responsible for all dues and taxes levied upon the traghetti? Piero was not the first gastaldo who had wished to escape an honor that weighed so heavily, and a very serious penalty was already decreed for such contempt of office by that tribunal tireless in vigilance.
So, without compunction, Piero had taken the needful, sure that when he returned Marina''''s husband or her father would repay it.
Could he return—after helping a patrician to escape from Venice into the heart of the country with which the Republic was at war? It looked doubtful even to Piero, with his indomitable temperament, but he wasted no sentiment upon this question; for if he might not return there were other countries in which a man could live. Or, should he be pursued and lighted upon by the far-seeing eye of the Ten, he could die but once and get into trouble no more! He crossed himself decorously as he dismissed the matter; but it was not an event that he could change by pondering.
There was another question that interested him more keenly at this moment; when Messer Girolamo should know that his daughter was not in Venice, could he fail to comprehend the hint he had given a few hours before, and would he not follow them to Rome, as Piero devoutly hoped, for he wished to leave Marina in her father''''s care. It was not easy to predict what Messer Girolamo might do—the case had been too doubtful for a more explicit confession, and Piero had been wise in his generation.
He turned now to Marina with the question: \"If thou hadst told thy father of thy wish mayhap he might have come with thee?\"
She shook her head sadly and made no answer, but after awhile she said, \"Yet thou knowest, Marina, that already the great cardinal—but lately come from France—hath started for Rome to make up this quarrel?\"
\"That is what the Senate will not understand!\" she cried, with flashing eyes. \"The Holy Father will have submission and penance, in place of embassies and pomp. One must go to him quite simply, from the people, saying, ''''We have sinned; have mercy upon Venice!'''' Piero, thou knowest that awful vision of the Tintoret? It is Venice that he hath painted in her doom—the great floods bursting in upon her—all the agony and the anguish and the desolation of God''''s wrath! Santa Maria! I cannot bear it!\" She closed her eyes, shuddering and sick with terror.