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　The　very　old　man　chimed　in　that　there　had　been　a　whole　family　down　with　the　plague　out　in　the　country　not　very　long　ago；　but　they　had　been　taken　to　Lucca。
　〃It　was　the　generosity　of。。。　who　was　it；　my　son；　I　don't。。。〃
　〃Oh；　what　does　it　matter？〃　said　the　innkeeper。　〃Signore；〃　he　said　to　me；　〃some　more　wine。〃
　〃For　my　guests；〃　I　gestured。　〃I　have　to　be　off。　Restless　limbs；〃　I　said。　〃I　must　see　what　books　are　for　sale。〃
　〃This　is　a　fine　place　for　you　to　stay；〃　said　the　priest　with　sudden　conviction；　his　voice　soft　as　he　continued　to　gaze　at　me；　his　eyebrows　knitted。　〃A　fine　place　indeed；　and　we　could　use　another　scholar。　But　…〃
　〃Well；　I'm　rather　young　myself；〃　I　said。　I　made　ready　to　rise；　putting　one　leg　over　the　bench。　〃There　are　no　young　men　here　of　my　age？〃
　〃Well；　they　go　off；　you　see；〃　said　the　elfin　one。　〃There　are　a　few；　but　they　are　busy　at　the　trades　of　their　fathers。　No；　the　rapscallions　don't　hang　around　here。　No；　young　man；　they　do　not！〃
　The　priest　studied　me　as　if　he　didn't　hear　his　father's　voice。
　〃Yes；　and　you're　a　learned　young　man；〃　said　the　priest；　but　he　was　clearly　troubled。　〃I　can　see　that；　and　hear　it　in　your　voice；　and　all　about　you　is　thoughtful　and　clever　…　〃　He　broke　off。　〃Well；　I　guess　you'll　be　on　your　way　very　soon；　won't　you？〃
　〃You　think　I　should？〃　I　asked。　〃Or　stay；　which　is　it？〃　I　made　my　manner　mild；　not　unkind。
　He　gave　me　a　half…smile。　〃I　don't　know；〃　he　said。　Then　he　looked　dour　again　and　almost　tragic。　〃God　be　with　you；〃　he　whispered。
　I　leant　towards　him。　The　innkeeper；　seeing　this　confidential　manner；　turned　away　and　busied　himself　somewhere　else。　The　old　elfin　one　was　talking　to　his　cup。
　〃What　is　it；　Father？〃　I　asked　in　a　whisper。　〃Is　the　town　too　well…off；　is　that　it？〃
　〃Go　on　your　way；　son；〃　he　said　almost　wistfully。　〃I　wish　I　could。　But　I'm　bound　by　my　vow　of　obedience　and　by　the　fact　that　this　is　my　home；　and　here　sits　my　father；　and　all　the　others　have　vanished　into　the　wide　world。〃　He　became　suddenly　hard。　〃Or　so　it　seems；〃　he　said。　And　then；　〃If　I　were　you；　I　wouldn't　stay　here。〃　I　nodded。
　〃You　look　strange；　son；〃　he　said　to　me　in　the　same　whisper。　Our　heads　were　right　together。　〃You　stand　out　too　much。　You're　pretty　and　encased　in　velvet；　and　it's　your　age；　you're　not　really　a　child；　you　know。〃
　〃Yes；　I　see；　not　very　many　young　men　in　the　town　at　all；　not　the　sort　who　question　things。　Just　the　old　and　the　placent　and　those　who　accept　and　who　don't　see　the　tapestry　for　the　one　small　monkey　embroidered　in　the　corner。〃
　He　didn't　answer　this　overzealous　streak　of　rhetoric；　and　I　was　sorry　I'd　said　it。　In　that　little　lapse　perhaps　my　anger　and　my　pain　had　flashed　through。　Disgusting！　I　was　angry　with　myself。
　He　bit　his　lip；　anxious　for　me；　or　for　himself；　or　for　both　of　us。
　〃Why　did　you　e　here？〃　he　asked　sincerely；　almost　protectively。　〃By　which　way　did　you　e？　They　said　you　came　in　the　night。　Don't　leave　by　night。〃　His　voice　had　bee　such　a　whisper　I　could　scarcely　hear　him。
　〃You　don't　need　to　worry　about　me；　Father；〃　I　said。　〃Pray　for　me；〃　I　said。　〃That's　all。〃
　I　saw　in　him　a　species　of　fear　as　real　as　that　which　I　had　seen　in　the　young　priest；　but　it　was　even　more　innocent；　for　all　his　age；　and　all　his　wrinkles；　and　the　wetness　of　his　lips　with　the　wine。　He　looked　fatigued　by　that　which　he　couldn't　prehend。
　I　stepped　free　of　the　bench　and　was　on　my　way　when　he　grasped　my　hand。　I　bent　my　ear　to　his　lips。
　〃My　boy；〃　he　said；　〃there's　something。。。　something　。。。〃
　〃I　know；　Father；〃　I　said。　I　patted　his　hand。
　〃No；　you　don't。　Listen。　When　you　leave；　take　the　main　road　south；　even　if　it's　out　of　your　way。　Don't　go　north；　don't　take　the　narrow　road　north。〃
　〃Why　not？〃　I　demanded。
　Doubting；　silent；　utterly　stricken；　he　let　go　of　me。
　〃Why　not？〃　I　said　in　his　ear。
　He　was　no　longer　facing　me。　〃Bandits；〃　he　said。　〃Toll　bandits　who　control　the　road；　they'll　make　you　pay　to　go　through。　Go　south。〃　He　turned　sharply　away　from　me　and　began　to　speak　to　his　father　in　a　soft　gentle　scolding　manner　as　if　I　was　already　on　my　way。　Left。
　I　was　stunned　as　I　set　foot　in　the　hollow　street。　〃Toll　bandits？〃
　Many　shops　were　shut　now；　as　was　definitely　the　custom　after　the　heavy　meal；　but　others　were　not。
　My　sword　weighed　a　ton　on　my　hip；　and　I　felt　feverish　from　the　wine　and　dizzy　from　all　these　people　had　revealed　to　me。
　So；　I　thought；　my　face　burning；　we　have　a　town　here　with　no　young　men；　no　cripples；　no　half…wits；　no　diseased　people　and　no　unwanted　children！　And　on　the　road　north　we　have　dangerous　bandits。
　I　moved　downhill；　walking　faster　and　faster；　and　went　out　the　wide…open　gates　and　into　the　open　country。　The　breeze　was　at　once　magnificent　and　wele。
　All　around　me　lay　rich；　well…tended　fields；　vineyards；　patches　of　orchard　and　farmhouses　…　lush　and　fertile　vistas　which　I　couldn't　see　when　I　had　e　in　by　darkness。　As　for　the　road　north；　I　could　see　nothing　of　it　due　to　the　immense　size　of　the　town；　whose　uppermost　fortifications　were　northward。　I　could　see；　below　on　a　ridge；　what　must　have　been　the　ruins　of　the　convent　and；　way　down　the　mountain　and　far　off　to　the　west；　what　might　have　been　the　monastery。
　I　made　my　way　to　two　farms　within　the　hour；　having　a　cup　of　cool　water　with　both　farmers。
　It　was　all　the　same；　talk　of　a　paradise　here；　free　of　miscreants　and　the　horror　of　executions；　absolutely　the　most　peaceful　place　in　the　world；　and　only　well…formed　children　everywhere。
　It　had　been　years　since　any　bandits　had　dared　to　linger　in　the　woods。　Of　course　you　never　knew　who　might　pass　through；　but　the　town　was　strong　and　kept　the　peace。　〃Oh；　not　even　on　the　north　road？〃　I　asked。
　Neither　farmer　knew　anything　about　any　north　road。
　When　I　asked　what　became　of　the　unhealthy；　the　lame；　the　injured；　it　was　the　same。　Some　doctor　or　other；　or　priest；　or　order　of　friars　or　nuns；　had　taken　them　off　to　a　university　or　city。　The　farmers　sincerely　couldn't　remember。
　I　came　back　into　the　town　well　before　twilight。　I　went　poking　around；　in　and　out　of　every　shop；　in　a　near　systematic　manner；　eyeing　everyone　as　closely　as　I　might　without　attracting　undue　attention。
　Of　course　I　couldn't　hope　to　cover　even　one　street　of　the　place；　but　I　was　determined　to　discover　what　I　could。
　In　the　booksellers；　I　went　through　the　old　Ars　Grammatica　and　Ars　Minor；　and　the　big　beautiful　Bibles　that　were　for　sale；　which　I　could　only　see　by　asking　that　they　be　taken　out　of　the　cabinets。　〃How　do　I　go　north　from　here？〃　I　asked　the　bored　man　who　leaned　on　his　elbow　and　looked　at　me　sleepily。
　〃North；　nobody　goes　north；〃　he　said；　and　yawned　in　my　face。　He　wore　fine　clothes　without　a　sign　of　mending；　and　good　new　shoes　of　well…worked　leather。　〃Look；　I　have　much　finer　books　than　that；〃　he　said。
　I　pretended　interest；　then　explained　politely　that　all　were　more　or　less　what　I　had　and　did　not　need；　but　thank　you。
　I　went　into　a　tavern　where　men　were　busy　at　dice　and　shouting　over　the　game；　lustily；　as　though　they　had　nothing　better　to　do。　And　then　through　the　bakers'　district；　where　the　bread　smelled　wondrously　delicious；　even　to　me。
　I　had　never　felt　so　utterly　alone　in　my　life；　as　I　walked　among　these　people　listening　to　their　pleasant　talk　and　hearing　the　same　tale　of　safety　and　blessings　over　and　over　again。
　It　froze　my　blood　to　think　of　nightfall。　And　what　was　this　mystery　of　the　road　north？　Nobody；　nobody　but　the　priest；　even　raised　an　eyebrow　at　the　mention　of　that　point　of　the　pass。
　About　an　hour　before　dark；　I　happened　into　one　shop　where　the　proprietor；　a　dealer　in　silks　and　lace　from　Venice　and　Florence；　was　not　so　patient　with　my　idle　presence；　as　others　had　been；　in　spite　of　the　fact　that　I　obviously　had　money。
　〃Why　are　you　asking　so　many　questions？〃　she　said　to　me。　She　seemed　tired　and　worn　out。　〃You　think　it's　easy　to　take　care　of　a　sick　child？　Look　in　there。〃
　I　stared　at　her　as　if　she'd　lost　her　mind。　But　then　it　dawned　on　me；　clear　and　cold。　I　knew　exactly　what　she　meant。　I　poked　my　head　through　a　curtained　doorway　and　saw　a　child；　feverish　and　sick；　slumbering　in　a　dirty　narrow　bed。
　〃You　think　it's　easy？　Year　after　year　she　doesn't　get　better；〃　said　the　woman。　〃I'm　sorry；〃　I　said。　〃But　what's　to　be　done？〃
　The　woman　tore　out　her　stitches　and　put　down　her　needle。　She　seemed　past　all　patience。　〃What's　to　be　done？　You　mean　to　tell　me　you　don't　know！〃　she　whispered。　〃You；　a　clever　man　like　you！〃　She　bit　into　her　lip。　〃But　my　husband　says；　No；　not　yet；　and　so　we　go　on　with　it。〃
　She　went　back　to　her　work；　muttering　to　herself；　and　I；　horrified　and　struggling　to　keep　a　straight　face；　made　my　way　on。　I　went　into　a　couple　more　shops。　Nothing　special　happened。　Then　in　the　third　on　my　way；　I　found　an　old　man　very　out　of　his　wits　and　his　two　daughters　both　trying　to　keep　him　from　tearing　his　clothes　off。　〃Here；　let　me　help　you；〃　I　said　at　once。
　We　got　him　down　in　the　chair；　got　his　shirt　over　his　head；　and　finally　he　stopped　making　incoherent　noises。　He　was　very　wizened　and　drooling。
　〃Oh；　thank　God；　this　won't　go　on　long；〃　said　one　of　the　daughters；　wiping　her　brow。　〃It's　a　mercy。〃
　〃Why　won't　it　go　on　long？〃　I　asked。
　She　glanced　up　at　me；　and　away；　and　then　back　again。　〃Oh；　you're　a　stranger　here；　Signore；　forg