Don Silverio was silent.

Was it now his duty to go into the haunts of men, as it had been his duty to remain shut up in the walls of Ruscino?  The idea appalled him.

Accomplished and self-possessed though he was, his fine mind and his fine manners had not served wholly to protect him from that rust and nervousness which come from the disuse of society and the absence of intercourse with equals.

It seemed to him impossible that he could again enter cities, recall usages, seek out acquaintances, move in the stir of streets, and wait in antechambers.

That was the life of the world; he had done with it, forsworn it utterly, both by order of his superiors and by willing self-sacrifice.  Yet he knew that Adone was right.  It was only from men of the world and amongst them, it was only in the great cities, that it was possible to follow up the clue of such speculations as now threatened the vale of Edera.

The young man he knew could not do what was needed, and certainly would get no hearing—­a peasant of the Abruzzo border, who looked like a figure of Giorgione’s, and would probably be arrested as an anarchist if he were to endeavour to enter any great house or public office.  But to go to Rome himself!  To revisit the desecrated city!  This seemed to him a pilgrimage impossible except for the holiest purpose.  He felt as if the very stones of Trastevere would rise up and laugh at him, a country priest with the moss and the mould of a score of years passed in rural obscurity upon him.  Moreover, to revisit Rome would be to tear open wounds long healed.  There his studious youth had been passed, and there his ambitious dreams had been dreamed.

“I cannot go to Rome,” he said abruptly.  “Do not ask me, I cannot go to Rome.”

“Then I will go,” said Adone; “and if in no other way, I will force myself into the king’s palace and make him hear.”

“And his guards will seize you, and his judges will chain you up in a solitary cell for life!  Do not say such mad things.  What could the king reply, even if he listened, which he would not do?  He would say that these things were for ministers and prefects and surveyors and engineers to judge of, not for him or you.  Be reasonable, Adone; do not speak or act like a fool.  This is the first grief you have known in your life, and you are distraught by it.  That is natural enough, my poor boy.  But you exaggerate the danger.  It must be far off as yet.  It is a mere project.”

“And I am to remain here, tilling the land in silence and inaction until, one day without notice, I shall see a crowd of labourers at work upon the river, and shall see appraisers measuring my fields!  You know that is how things are done.  You know the poor are always left in the dark until all is ripe for their robbery.  Look you, sir, if you go to Rome I will wait in such patience as I can for whatever you may learn.  But if you do not go, I go, and if I can do no better I will take the king by the throat.”