He has sold his time and his good name to the state, in
order to save his imprisoned father, and in that I see nothing to
frighten one he loves."
"This affair needs explanation, Carmelite. The girl has a heated fancy,
and she renders that obscure she should explain."
"Illustrious prince, she would say that the Republic was content to
grant the son the indulgence of visiting the captive, with some
encouragement of his release, on condition that the youth might serve
the police by bearing a bravo's reputation."
"And for this incredible tale, father, you have the word of a condemned,
criminal!"
"With the near view of death before his eyes. There are means of
rendering truth evident, familiar to those who are often near the dying
penitents, that are unknown to those of the world. In any case, Signore,
the matter is worthy of investigation."
"In that thou art right. Is the hour named for the execution?"
"With the morning light, prince."
"And the father?"
"Is dead."
"A prisoner, Carmelite!"
"A prisoner, Prince of Venice."
There was a pause.
"Hast thou heard of the death of one named Antonio?"
"Signore, yes. By the sacred nature of my holy office, do I affirm that
of this crime is Jacopo innocent! I shrived the fisherman."
The Doge turned away, for the truth began to dawn upon him, and the
flush which glowed on his aged cheek contained a confession that might
not be observed by every eye.
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