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"Thou art well protected; take thy place and await thy fortune."
The conscious waterman swept the water with a back stroke of his blade,
and the light gondola whirled away into the centre of the vacant spot,
like a swan giving a sudden glance aside.
"And who art thou?" demanded the official of the next that came.
"Enrico, a gondolier of Fusina. I come to try my oar with the braggarts
of the canals."
"In whom is thy trust?"
"Sant' Antonio di Padua?"
"Thou wilt need his aid, though we commend thy spirit. Enter, and take
place."--"And who art thou?" he continued, to another, when the second
had imitated the easy skill of the first.
"I am called Gino of Calabria, a gondolier in private service."
"What noble retaineth thee?"
"The illustrious and most excellent Don Camillo Monforte, Duca and Lord
of Sant' Agata in Napoli, and of right a senator in Venice."
"Thou should'st have come of Padua, friend, by thy knowledge of the
laws! Dost thou trust in him thou servest for the victory?"
There was a movement among the senators at the answer of Gino; and the
half-terrified varlet thought he perceived frowns gathering on more than
one brow. He looked around in quest of him whose greatness he had
vaunted, as if he sought succor.
"Wilt thou name thy support in this great trial of force?" resumed the
herald.
"My master," uttered the terrified Gino, "St. Januarius, and St.
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