t. Then he sprang up and rushed into
the garden through the half-open door. The moonlight, brilliant to
harshness, inundated all objects. Fabio looked about him and descried on
the sand of the path traces of two pairs of feet; one pair was bare; and
those tracks led to an arbour covered with jasmin, which stood apart,
between the pavilion and the house. He stopped short in perplexity; and
lo! suddenly the notes of that song which he had heard on the preceding
night again rang forth! Fabio shuddered, and rushed into the
pavilion.... Muzio was standing in the middle of the room, playing on
his violin. Fabio darted to him.
"Thou hast been in the garden, thou hast been out, thy clothing is damp
with rain."
"No.... I do not know ... I do not think ... that I have been out of
doors ..." replied Muzio, in broken accents, as though astonished at
Fabio's advent, and at his agitation.
Fabio grasped him by the arm.--"And why art thou playing that melody
again? Hast thou had another dream?"
Muzio glanced at Fabio with the same surprise as before, and made no
answer.
"Come, answer me!"
"The moon is steel, like a circular shield....
The river gleams like a snake....
The friend is awake, the enemy sleeps--
The hawk seizes the chicken in his claws....
Help!"
mumbled Muzio, in a singsong, as though in a state of unconsciousness.
Fabio retreated a couple of paces, fixed his eyes on Muzio, meditated
for a space ... and returned to his house, to the bed-chamber.
With her head inclined upon her shoulder, and her arms helplessly
outstretched, Valeria was sleeping heavily. He did not speedily succeed
in waking her ... but as soon as she saw him she flung herself on his
neck, and embraced him convulsively; her whole body was quivering.
"What aileth thee, my dear one, what aileth thee?" said Fabio
repeatedly, striving to soothe her.
But she continued to lie as in a swoon on his breast. "Akh, what
dreadful visions I see!" she whispered, pressing her face against him.
Fabio attempted to question her ... but she merely trembled....
The window-panes were reddening with the first gleams of dawn when, at
last, she fell asleep in his arms.
VIII
On the following day Muzio disappeared early in the morning, and Valeria
informed her husband that she intended to betake herself to the
neighbouring monastery, where dwelt her spiritual father--an aged and
stately monk, in whom she cherished unbou
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