They flatter themselves, too, that others wot not that over and above the meagre diet, long vigils and orisons and strict discipline ought to mortify men and make them pale, and that neither St. Dominic nor St. Francis went clad in stuff dyed in grain or any other goodly garb, but in coarse woollen habits innocent of the dyer’s art, made to keep out the cold, and not for shew. To which matters ’twere well God had a care, no less than to the souls of the simple folk by whom our friars are nourished.
Fra Rinaldo, then, being come back to his first affections, took to visiting his gossip very frequently; and gaining confidence, began with more insistence than before to solicit her to that which he craved of her. So, being much urged, the good lady, to whom Fra Rinaldo, perhaps, seemed now more handsome than of yore, had recourse one day, when she felt herself unusually hard pressed by him, to the common expedient of all that would fain concede what is asked of them, and said:—”Oh! but Fra Rinaldo, do friars then do this sort of thing?” “Madam,” replied Fra Rinaldo, “when I divest myself of this habit, which I shall do easily enough, you will see that I am a man furnished as other men, and no friar.”
Whereto with a truly comical air the lady made answer:—”Alas! woe’s me! you are my child’s godfather: how might it be? nay, but ’twere a very great mischief; and many a time I have heard that ’tis a most heinous sin; and without a doubt, were it not so, I would do as you wish.” “If,” said Fra Rinaldo, “you forego it for such a scruple as this, you are a fool for your pains. I say not that ’tis no sin; but there is no sin so great but God pardons it, if one repent. Now tell me: whether is more truly father to your son, I that held him at the font, or your husband that begot him?” “My husband,” replied the lady. “Sooth say you,” returned the friar, “and does not your husband lie with you?”
“Why, yes,” said the lady. “Then,” rejoined the friar, “I that am less truly your son’s father than your husband, ought also to lie with you, as does your husband.” The lady was no logician, and needed little to sway her: she therefore believed or feigned to believe that what the friar said was true. So:— “Who might avail to answer your words of wisdom?” quoth she; and presently forgot the godfather in the lover, and complied with his desires. Nor had they begun their course to end it forthwith: but under cover of the friar’s sponsorship, which set them more at ease, as it rendered them less open to suspicion, they forgathered again and again.
But on one of these occasions it so befell that Fra Rinaldo, being come to the lady’s house, where he espied none else save a very pretty and dainty little maid that waited on the lady, sent his companion away with her into the pigeon-house, there to teach her the paternoster, while he and the lady, holding her little boy by the hand, went into the bedroom, locked themselves in, got them on to a divan that was there, and began to disport them. And while thus they sped the time, it chanced that the father returned, and, before any was ware of him, was at the bedroom door, and knocked, and called the lady by her name.
Whereupon:—”‘Tis as much as my life is worth,” quoth Madonna Agnesa; “lo, here is my husband; and the occasion of our intimacy cannot but be now apparent to him.” “Sooth say you,” returned Fra Rinaldo, who was undressed, that is to say, had thrown off his habit and hood, and was in his tunic; “if I had but my habit and hood on me in any sort, ‘twould be another matter; but if you let him in, and he find me thus, ’twill not be possible to put any face on it.” But with an inspiration as happy as sudden:—”Now get them on you,” quoth the lady; “and when you have them on, take your godson in your arms, and give good heed to what I shall say to him, that your words may accord with mine; and leave the rest to me.”
The good man was still knocking, when his wife made answer:— “Coming, coming.” And so up she got, and put on a cheerful countenance and hied her to the door, and opened it and said:—”Husband mine: well indeed was it for us that in came Fra Rinaldo, our sponsor; ’twas God that sent him to us; for in sooth, but for that, we had to-day lost our boy.” Which the poor simpleton almost swooned to hear; and:—”How so?” quoth he. “O husband mine,” replied the lady, “he was taken but now, all of a sudden, with a fainting fit, so that I thought he was dead: and what to do or say I knew not, had not Fra Rinaldo, our sponsor, come just in the nick of time, and set him on his shoulder, and said:—’Gossip, ’tis that he has worms in his body, and getting, as they do, about the heart, they might only too readily be the death of him; but fear not; I will say a charm that will kill them all; and before I take my leave, you will see your boy as whole as you ever saw him.’
And because to say certain of the prayers thou shouldst have been with us, and the maid knew not where to find thee, he caused his companion to say them at the top of the house, and he and I came in here. And for that ’tis not meet for any but the boy’s mother to assist at such a service, that we might not be troubled with any one else, we locked the door; and he yet has him in his arms; and I doubt not that he only waits till his companion have said his prayers, and then the charm will be complete; for the boy is already quite himself again.”
The good simple soul, taking all this for sooth, and overwrought by the love he bore his son, was entirely without suspicion of the trick his wife was playing him, and heaving a great sigh, said:—”I will go look for him.” “Nay,” replied the wife, “go not: thou wouldst spoil the efficacy of the charm: wait here; I will go see if thou mayst safely go; and will call thee.”
Whereupon Fra Rinaldo, who had heard all that passed, and was in his canonicals, and quite at his ease, and had the boy in his arms, having made sure that all was as it should be, cried out:—”Gossip, do I not hear the father’s voice out there?” “Ay indeed, Sir,” replied the simpleton. “Come in then,” said Fra Rinaldo. So in came the simpleton. Whereupon quoth Fra Rinaldo:—”I restore to you your boy made whole by the grace of God, whom but now I scarce thought you would see alive at vespers. You will do well to have his image fashioned in wax, not less than life-size, and set it for a thanksgiving to God, before the statue of Master St. Ambrose, by whose merits you have this favour of God.”
The boy, catching sight of his father, ran to him with joyous greetings, as little children are wont; and the father, taking him in his arms, and weeping as if he were restored to him from the grave, fell by turns a kissing him and thanking his godfather, that he had cured him. Fra Rinaldo’s companion, who had taught the maid not one paternoster only, but peradventure four or more, and by giving her a little purse of white thread that a nun had given him, had made her his devotee, no sooner heard Fra Rinaldo call the simpleton into his wife’s room, than he stealthily got him to a place whence he might see and hear what was going on.
Observing that the affair was now excellently arranged, he came down, and entered the chamber, saying:—”Fra Rinaldo, those four prayers that you bade me say, I have said them all.” “Then well done, my brother,” quoth Fra Rinaldo, “well-breathed must thou be. For my part, I had but said two, when my gossip came in; but what with thy travail and mine, God of His grace has vouchsafed-us the healing or the boy.” The simpleton then had good wine and comfits brought in, and did the honours to the godfather and his companion in such sort as their occasions did most demand. He then ushered them forth of the house, commending them to God; and without delay had the waxen image made, and directed it to be set up with the others in front of the statue of St. Ambrose, not, be it understood, St. Ambrose of Milan.(1)
(1) The statue would doubtless be that of St. Ambrose of Siena, of the Dominican Order.
NOVEL IV.
— Tofano one night locks his wife out of the house: she, finding that by no entreaties may she prevail upon him to let her in, feigns to throw herself into a well, throwing therein a great stone. Tofano hies him forth of the house, and runs to the spot: she goes into the house, and locks him out, and hurls abuse at him from within. —
The king no sooner wist that Elisa’s story was ended, than,
