«And with that?»
«With that you can work out how long it will take from the moment the fuse is lit to when the flame reaches the powder, and you can calculate the time according to the length of the fuse. So if the artificer, having lit the fuse, knows he can reach a point in the ship’s course where someone is waiting for him with a boat lowered into the water, and the ship blows up when they are a good distance away, then I reckon all would be perfect, a work of art!»
«Master Ninuzzo, there’s just one problem…Let’s imagine there’s a storm that evening and no one can lower a boat. Would an artificer like you run such a risk?»
«To be honest, Father, no.»
No one could ask Master Ninuzzo to go to his almost certain death. But perhaps there was someone less perspicacious than him.
At the end of January, Nievo returned from Milan to Naples, where he stayed for a fortnight, perhaps gathering documents there too. He was then ordered to return to Palermo, collect all his account books (thus indicating that he’d left them there) and take them to Turin.
His meeting with Simonini was affectionate and brotherly. Nievo indulged in a few sentimental reflections upon his journey in the north, about that impossible love which had been disastrously, or marvelously, rekindled during the brief visit…Simonini’s eyes seemed tearful as he listened to his friend’s elegiac stories, but in truth all he could think of was how the account books would make their way to Turin.
Finally, Nievo told him. In early March he would be leaving Palermo for Naples aboard the Ercole, and from Naples would continue on to Genoa. The Ercole was a respectable twin-paddlewheel steamship of English construction, with a crew of fifteen and room for several dozen passengers. It had been sailing for many years, but its days were not over; it was still a decent vessel. Simonini was eager to know more. He discovered where her captain, Michele Mancino, was lodging, and with the help of the sailors he was able to get an idea about the layout of the ship below decks.
Then, having donned his cassock and resumed his priestly air, he returned to Bagheria and took Bronte to one side.
«Bronte,» he told him, «a ship is about to leave Palermo for Naples with Nino Bixio on board. Now is the moment for us, the last defenders of the Throne, to avenge ourselves for what he did to your town. You have the honor of taking part in his execution.»
«Tell me what I have to do.»
«Here is a fuse. Its duration has been calculated by someone who knows more about it than you or I. Wrap it around your waist. One of our men, Captain Simonini, an officer of Garibaldi’s but secretly loyal to our king, will have loaded on board a chest containing secret military documents, with instructions that the hold is to be kept under constant guard by one of his trusted men, which is you. The chest is, of course, full of gunpowder. Simonini will be boarding with you. When you arrive at a certain point, within sight of the island of Stromboli, you will be ordered to take out the fuse, lay it and light it. In the meantime he will lower a boat into the sea.
The length and thickness of the fuse will allow you to climb out of the hold and reach the stern. Simonini will be waiting for you there, and you will have plenty of time to get away from the ship before she blows up, and that accursed Bixio along with her. But you’re not to look for this Simonini, nor must you talk to him if you see him. Ninuzzo will take you to the ship by cart. When you reach the gangplank, you’ll find a sailor called Almalò. He’ll take you to the hold, and you’ll remain there quietly until Almalò comes to tell you to do what I’ve just told you.»
Bronte’s eyes lit up, but he wasn’t entirely stupid. «And if the sea’s rough?» he asked.
«If you feel the ship rocking while you’re in the hold, don’t worry. The ship’s dinghy is large and well built, it has a mast and sail, and land will not be far away. And then, if Captain Simonini decides the waves are too high, he won’t want to risk his life. You won’t receive the order, and he’ll kill Bixio another time. But if you receive the order, it’s because someone who knows more about the sea than you do has decided you’ll arrive safe and sound at Stromboli.»
Enthusiasm and full agreement from Bronte. Long deliberations with Master Ninuzzo to set up the infernal machine. At the appropriate moment, dressed in almost funereal fashion, as people imagine spies and secret agents look, Simonini went to see Captain Mancino with a document of safe conduct covered with stamps and seals, from which it appeared that by order of His Majesty Vittorio Emanuele II he was required to transport a large chest containing top-secret material to Naples.
It had to be deposited in the hold so as to blend in with the other cargo and remain inconspicuous, but one of Simonini’s trusted men must remain beside it day and night. He was to be received by the sailor Almalò, who had on previous occasions carried out important missions for the army, and the captain must otherwise take no interest in the matter. At Naples an infantry officer would arrive to take care of the chest.
The plan was simple, and the operation would not have been noticeable to anyone, especially Nievo, who was more interested in looking after his own chest of account books.
The Ercole was expected to weigh anchor around one in the afternoon, and the voyage to Naples would last fifteen or sixteen hours. It would be best to blow up the ship when it had reached Stromboli, whose volcano in continual eruption shoots out flames of fire at night, so even at the first glimmer of dawn the explosion would pass unobserved.
Naturally, Simonini had met Almalò some time earlier. He seemed the most venal of the crew, was purchased for a handsome sum and given the essential instructions. He was to wait for Bronte on the quay and stow him in the hold, along with the chest. «Then,» Simonini told him, «toward evening, whatever the state of the sea, look out for the fires of Stromboli on the horizon, climb down to the hold, and tell that man, ‘The captain says now’s the hour.’ Don’t worry what he says or does. It’s no business of yours. All you need to know is that in the chest he has to find a bottle with a message and throw it from the porthole. Someone will be close by with a boat to recover the bottle and take it to Stromboli. All you have to do is return to your cabin and forget all about it. So, repeat what you have to tell him.»
«The captain says now’s the hour.»
«Well done.»
At the moment of departure, Simonini was on the quay to say goodbye to Nievo. It was a touching farewell. «My dearest friend,» said Nievo, «you’ve been my companion for so long, I’ve bared my soul to you. We may not see each other again. Once I’ve handed over my accounts in Turin, I’ll return to Milan, and there…we shall see. I’ll think about my novel. Goodbye, let me embrace you. Long live Italy.»
«Goodbye, my dear Ippolito. I’ll always remember you,» said Simonini, managing to shed a tear or two, as his role required.
Nievo had a heavy box unloaded from his carriage, and followed his assistants as they lugged it aboard, careful not to lose sight of it. Shortly after he’d climbed the ship’s gangplank, two friends of his, whom Simonini didn’t recognize, arrived and urged him not to leave with the Ercole, which, they said, was unseaworthy. A better ship, the Elettrico, was due to set sail the following morning. Simonini had a moment’s anxiety, but Nievo shrugged his shoulders, saying that the sooner his documents reached their destination, the better. Before long the Ercole left the waters of the harbor.
To suggest that Simonini passed the next hours in cheerful spirits would be to give him too much credit for his cool-headedness. Indeed he passed the whole day and evening anxiously awaiting the event that he could not have witnessed even from the summit of Punta Raisi outside Palermo. He reckoned it would all be over by nine in the evening. He wasn’t sure whether Bronte would be able to carry out the orders precisely. He imagined his sailor sighting Stromboli and going down to give the order, and the poor fellow bent down inserting the fuse into the chest, setting light to it and running fast up to the stern to find no one there. Perhaps he would realize he’d been tricked and rush down to the hold like a madman (for what
