The Lion of Saint Mark eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 443 pages of information about The Lion of Saint Mark.

The Lion of Saint Mark eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 443 pages of information about The Lion of Saint Mark.

“Right glad am I that it is so,” the Genoese said, “for Pietro Doria, who is now, by the death of his brother, in chief command, has ordered that every mercenary found among the prisoners shall today be slain.”

“It is a brutal order,” Francis said fearlessly, “whosoever may have given it!  A mercenary taken in fair fight has as much right to be held for ransom or fair exchange as any other prisoner; and if your admiral thus breaks the laws of war, there is not a free lance, from one end of Italy to the other, but will take it up as a personal quarrel.”

The Genoese frowned at the boldness with which Francis spoke, but at heart agreed in the sentiments he expressed; for among the Genoese officers, generally, there was a feeling that this brutal execution in cold blood was an impolitic, as well as a disgraceful deed.

The officers were now placed in the fore hold of the ship, the crew being confined in the after hold.  Soon afterwards, they knew by the motion of the vessel that sail had been put on her.

“So we are on our way to a Genoese prison, Francisco,” Matteo said.  “We had a narrow escape of it before, but this time I suppose it is our fate.”

“There is certainly no hope of rescue, Matteo.  It is too early, as yet, to say whether there is any hope of escape.  The prospect looked darker when I was in the hands of Ruggiero, but I managed to get away.  Then I was alone and closely guarded, now we have in the ship well nigh two hundred friends; prisoners like ourselves, it is true, but still to be counted on.  Then, too, the Genoese are no doubt so elated with their triumph, that they are hardly likely to keep a very vigilant guard over us.  Altogether, I should say that the chances are in our favour.  Were I sure that the Pluto is sailing alone, I should be very confident that we might retake her, but probably the fifteen captured ships are sailing in company, and would at once come to the aid of their comrades here, directly they saw any signs of a conflict going on, and we could hardly hope to recapture the ship without making some noise over it.”

“I should think not,” Matteo agreed.

“Then again, Matteo, even if we find it impossible to get at the crew, and with them to recapture the ship, some chance may occur by which you and I may manage to make our escape.”

“If you say so, Francisco, I at once believe it.  You got us all out of the scrape down at Girgenti.  You got Polani’s daughters out of a worse scrape when they were captives on San Nicolo; and got yourself out of the worst scrape of all when you escaped from the grip of Ruggiero Mocenigo.  Therefore, when you say that there is a fair chance of escape out of this business, I look upon it as almost as good as done.”

“It is a long way from that, Matteo,” Francis laughed.  “Still, I hope we may manage it somehow.  I have the greatest horror of a Genoese prison, for it is notorious that they treat their prisoners of war shamefully, and I certainly do not mean to enter one, if there is the slightest chance of avoiding it.  But for today, Matteo, I shall not even begin to think about it.  In the first place, my head aches with the various thumps it has had; in the second, I feel weak from loss of blood; and in the third, my wounds smart most amazingly.”

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