A Sicilian Romance - Page 62/139

The night grew stormy. The hollow winds swept over the mountains, and

blew bleak and cold around; the clouds were driven swiftly over the

face of the moon, and the duke and his people were frequently involved

in total darkness. They had travelled on silently and dejectedly for

some hours, and were bewildered in the wilds, when they suddenly heard

the bell of a monastery chiming for midnight-prayer. Their hearts

revived at the sound, which they endeavoured to follow, but they had

not gone far, when the gale wafted it away, and they were abandoned to

the uncertain guide of their own conjectures.

They had pursued for some time the way which they judged led to the

monastery, when the note of the bell returned upon the wind, and

discovered to them that they had mistaken their route. After much

wandering and difficulty they arrived, overcome with weariness, at the

gates of a large and gloomy fabric. The bell had ceased, and all was

still. By the moonlight, which through broken clouds now streamed upon

the building, they became convinced it was the monastery they had

sought, and the duke himself struck loudly upon the gate.

Several minutes elapsed, no person appeared, and he repeated the

stroke. A step was presently heard within, the gate was unbarred, and

a thin shivering figure presented itself. The duke solicited

admission, but was refused, and reprimanded for disturbing the convent

at the hour sacred to prayer. He then made known his rank, and bade

the friar inform the Superior that he requested shelter from the

night. The friar, suspicious of deceit, and apprehensive of robbers,

refused with much firmness, and repeated that the convent was engaged

in prayer; he had almost closed the gate, when the duke, whom hunger

and fatigue made desperate, rushed by him, and passed into the court.

It was his intention to present himself to the Superior, and he had

not proceeded far when the sound of laughter, and of many voices in

loud and mirthful jollity, attracted his steps. It led him through

several passages to a door, through the crevices of which light

appeared. He paused a moment, and heard within a wild uproar of

merriment and song. He was struck with astonishment, and could

scarcely credit his senses!

He unclosed the door, and beheld in a large room, well lighted, a

company of friars, dressed in the habit of their order, placed round a

table, which was profusely spread with wines and fruits. The Superior,

whose habit distinguished him from his associates, appeared at the

head of the table. He was lifting a large goblet of wine to his lips,

and was roaring out, 'Profusion and confusion,' at the moment when the

duke entered. His appearance caused a general alarm; that part of the

company who were not too much intoxicated, arose from their seats; and

the Superior, dropping the goblet from his hands, endeavoured to

assume a look of austerity, which his rosy countenance belied. The

duke received a reprimand, delivered in the lisping accents of

intoxication, and embellished with frequent interjections of hiccup.

He made known his quality, his distress, and solicited a night's

lodging for himself and his people. When the Superior understood the

distinction of his guest, his features relaxed into a smile of joyous

welcome; and taking him by the hand, he placed him by his side.