d and envoy,--and here he is. My
Laeluis, is that not your name with Petrarch? How shall I express my
delight at his comforting, his inspiring letter? Alas! he overrates not
my intentions, but my power. Of this hereafter."

A slight shade darkened the Tribune's brow at these words: but moving
on, a long line of nobles and princes on either side, he regained his
self-possession, and the dignity he had dropped with his former equals.
Thus he passed through the crowd, and gradually disappeared.

"He bears him bravely," said one, as the revellers reseated themselves.
"Noticed you the 'we'--the style royal?"

"But it must be owned that he lords it well," said the ambassador of the
Visconti: "less pride would be cringing to his haughty court."

"Why," said a professor of Bologna, "why is the Tribune called proud? I
see no pride in him."

"Nor I," said a wealthy jeweller.

While these, and yet more contradictory, comments followed the exit of
the Tribune, he passed into the saloon, where Nina presided; and here
his fair person and silver tongue ("Suavis colorataeque sententiae,"
according to the description of Petrarch) won him a more general favour
with the matrons than he experienced with their lords, and not a little
contrasted the formal and nervous compliments of the good Bishop, who
served him on such occasions with an excellent foil.

But as soon as these ceremonies were done, and Rienzi mounted his horse,
his manner changed at once into a stern and ominous severity.

"Vicar," said he, abruptly, to the Bishop, "we might well need your
presence. Learn that at the Capitol now sits the Council in judgment
upon an assassin. Last night, but for Heaven's mercy, I should have
fallen a victim to a hireling's dagger, Knew you aught of this?"

And he turned so sharply on the Bishop, that the poor canonist nearly
dropped from his horse in surprise and terror.

"I,--" said he.

Rienzi smiled--"No, good my Lord Bishop! I see you are of no murtherer's
mould. But to continue:--that I might not appear to act in mine own
cause, I ordered the prisoner to be tried in my absence. In his trial
(you marked the letter brought me at our banquet?)--"

"Ay, and you changed colour."

"Well I might: in his trial, I say, he has confessed that nine of
the loftiest lords of Rome were his instigators. They sup with me
tonight!--Vicar, forwards!"

BOOK V. THE CRISIS.

"Questo ha acceso 'i fuoco e la fiamma laquale non la pa