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It Was Artillery, Beyond A Doubt.
The Old Sailor Had Grown Preternaturally Grave.
"Il Cannone Del Duca," He Said.
The Cannon Of The Good Duke Alfred, Never Used Save On Urgent Or Solemn
Occasions, Was Being Discharged.
Then The Boatman Made Another Remark, In Italian, To Keith.
"What Does He Say?" Asked Mr. Heard.
"He Thinks They Must Be Calling Out The Militia."
Something Was Very Wrong, Up Yonder, On The Market-Place.
Chapter 19
The Cannon, To Be Hereinafter Described, Is Not The Sole Surviving
Relic Of The Good Duke's Rule. Turn Where You Please On This Island
Domain, Memories Of That Charming And Incisive Personality Will Meet
Your Eye And Ear; Memories In Stone-Schools, Convents, Decayed Castles
And Bathing Chalets; Memories In The Spoken Word--Proverbs Attributed To
Him, Legends And Traditions Of His Sagacity That Still Linger Among The
Populace. In The Days Of The Duke: So Runs A Local Saying, Much As We
Speak Of The "Good Old Times." His Amiable Laughter-Loving Ghost
Pervades The Capital To This Hour. His Pleasantries Still Resound Among
Those Crumbling Theatres And Galleries. That Gleeful Deviltry Of His,
Compounded Of Blood And Sunshine, Is The Epitome Of Nepenthe. He Is The
Scarlet Thread Running Through Its Annals. An Incarnation Of All That
Was Best In The Age He Identified, For Wellnigh Half A Century, His
Interests With Those Of His Faithful Subjects.
He Meditated No Conquests. It Sufficed Him To Gain And To Retain The
Affection Of Men In Whose Eyes He Was Not So Much A Prince, A Feudal
Lord, As An Indulgent And Doting Father. He Was The Ideal Despot, A Man
Of Wide Culture And Simple Tastes. "A Smile," He Used To Say, "Will
Sway The Universe." Simplicity He Declared To Be The Keynote Of His
Nature, The Guiding Motive Of His Governance. In Exemplification
Whereof He Would Point To His Method Of Collecting Taxes--A Marvel Of
Simplicity. Each Citizen Paid What He Liked. If The Sum Proved
Insufficient He Was Apprised Of The Fact Next Morning By Having His
Left Hand Amputated; A Second Error Of Judgment--It Happened Rather
Seldom--Was Rectified By The Mutilation Of The Remaining Member. "Never
Argue With Inferiors," Was One Of His Highness's Most Original And
Pregnant Remarks, And It Was Observed That, Whether He Condescended To
Argue Or Not, He Generally Gained His Point Without Undue Loss Of Time.
"It's So Simple," He Would Say To Those Perplexed Potentates Who
Flocked To Him From The Mainland For Advice On Administrative
Questions. "So Simple! One Knock To Each Nair. And Keep Smiling."
It Was The Good Duke Alfred Who, With A Shrewd Eye To The Future
Prosperity Of His Dominions, Made The First Practical Experiments With
Those Hot Mineral Springs--Those Healing Waters Whose Virtues, Up Till
Then, Had Been Unaccountable Neglected. Realizing Their Curative
Possibilities, He Selected Fifty Of The Oldest And Wisest Of His Privy
Councillors To Undergo A Variety Of Hydro-Thermal Tests On Their
Bodies, Internal And External. Seven Of These Gentlemen Had The Good
Luck To Survive The Treatment. They Received The Order Of The Golden
Vine, A Coveted Distinction. The Remaining Forty-Three, What Was Left
Of Them, Were Cremated At Night-Time And Posthumously Ennobled.
He Was The Author Of Some Mighty Fine Dissertations On Falconry,
Dancing And Architecture. He Wrote Furthermore, In The Flamboyant Style
Of His Period, Two Dozen Pastoral Plays, As Well As A Goodly Number Of
Verses Addressed, For The Most Part, To Ladies Of His Court--A Court
Which Was Thronged With Poets, Wits, Philosophers And Noble Women. The
Island Was A Gay Place In Those Days! There Was Always Something Doing.
His Highness Had A Trick Of Casting Favourites Into Dungeons, And
Concubines Into The Sea, That Endeared Him To His Various Legitimate
Spouses; And The Rapidity With Which These Self-Same Spouses Were
Beheaded One After The Other, To Make Room For What He Mirthfully
Called "Fresh Blood," Struck His Faithful Subjects As An Ever-Recurring
Miracle Of Statecraft. "Nothing," He Used To Say To His Intimates,
"Nothing Ages A Man Like Living Always With The Same Woman." Well
Aware, On The Other Hand, Of The Inequality Of Social Conditions And
Keenly Desirous Of Raising The Moral Tone Of His People, He Framed Iron
Laws To Restrain Those Irregularities Of Married Life Which Had Been A
Disreputable Feature Of Local Society Prior To His Accession.
Not In Vain Had He Pondered In Youth The Political Maxims Of The Great
Florentine. He Cultivated Assiduously The Friendship Of Church And Mob;
He Knew That No Throne, However Seemingly Well-Established, Can Weather
The Blasts Of Fortune Save By Resting On Those Twin Pillars Of
Security. So It Came About That, While All Europe Was Convulsed In
Savage Warfare, His Relations With Other Rulers Were Marked By Rare
Cordiality And Simplicity Of Intercourse. He Never Failed To Conciliate
His More Powerful Neighbours By Timely Gifts Of Local Delicacies--Gifts
Of Dark-Eyed Virgins To Grace Their Palaces, And Frequent Hampers Of
Those Succulent Langoustes For Which The Coastal Waters Of The Island
Are Renowned, Both Items Of The Finest Quality Obtainable. A Born
Statesman, He Extended This Ingratiating Demeanour Even To Those Minor
Sovereigns From Whom, To All Appearance, She Had Nothing To Fear,
Supplying Them Likewise With Periodical Consignments Of Pretty Maidens
And Well-Flavoured Crayfish, Only Of Somewhat Inferior Quality--The
Crustaceans Often Too Young, The Damsels Occasionally Over-Ripe.
His High Aspirations Made Him The Precursor Of Many Modern Ideas. In
Educational And Military Matters, More Especially, He Ranks As A
Pioneer. He Was A Pedagogue By Natural Instinct. He Took A Sincere
Delight In The School-Children, Limited Their Weekly Half-Holidays To
Five, Designed Becoming Dresses For Boys And Girls, Decreed That Lute
Playing And Deportment Should Become Obligatory Subjects In The
Curriculum, And Otherwise Reformed The Scholastic Calendar Which,
Before His Day, Had Drifted Into Sad Confusion And Laxity. Sometimes He
Honoured The Ceremony Of Prize-Giving With His Presence. On The Other
Hand It Must Be Admitted That, Judged By Modern Standards, Certain Of
His Methods For Punishing Disobedience Smacks Of Downright Pedantry.
Thrice A Year, On Receiving Form The Ministry Of Education A List
Containing The Names Of Unsatisfactory Scholars Of Either Sex, It Was
His Custom To Hoist A Flag On A Certain Hill-Top; This Was A Signal For
The Barbary Pirates, Who Then Infested The Neighbouring Ocean, To Set
Sail For The Island And Buy Up These Perverse Children, At Purely
Nominal Rates, For The Slave-Markets Of Stamboul And Argier. They Were
Sold Ignominiously--By Weight And Not By The Piece--To Mark His
Unqualified Disapproval Of Talking And Scribbling On Blotting-Pads
During School Hours.
It Is Recorded Of The Good Duke That On One Occasion He Returned From
This Scene Looking Haggard And Careworn, As Though The Sacrifice Of So
Many Young Lives Weighed On His Fatherly Spirit. Presently, Envisaging
His Duties Towards The State, He Restrained These Natural But Unworthy
Emotions, Smiled His Well-Known Smile, And Gave Utterance To An
Apophthegm Which Had Since Found Its Way Into A Good Many Copy-Books:
"In The Purity Of Childhood," He Said, "Lie The Seeds Of National
Prosperity." And If It Be Enquired By What Arts Of Machiavellian
Astuteness He Alone, Of All Christian Princes, Contrived To Maintain
Friendly Relations With These Formidable Oriental Sea-Rovers, The
Answer Lies At Hand. His Device Was One Of Extreme Simplicity. He
Appealed To Their Better Natures By Sending Them, At Convenient
Intervals, Shiploads Of Local Delicacies, Girls And Lobsters--Of
Indifferent Quality, It Is True, But Sufficiently Appetizing To Attest
His Honourable Intentions.
His Predecessors, Intent Only Upon Their Pleasures, Had Given No
Thought To The Possibility Of A Hostile Invasion Of Their Fair Domain.
But The Good Duke, Despite His Popularity, Was Frequently Heard To
Quote With Approval That Wise Old Adage Which Runs "In Peace, Prepare
For War." Convinced Of The Instability Of All Mundane Affairs And
Being, Moreover, A Man Of Original Notions As Well As Something Of An
Artist In Costumery, He Was Led To Create That Picturesque Body Of Men,
The Local Militia, Which Survives To This Day And Would Alone Entitle
Him To The Grateful Notice Of Posterity. These Elegant Warriors, He
Calculated, Would Serve Both For The Purpose Of Infusing Terror Into
The Minds Of Potential Enemies, And Of Acting As A Decorative
Body-Guard To Enhance His Own Public Appearances On Gala Days. He Threw
His Whole Soul Into The Enterprise. After The Corps Had Been Duly
Established, He Amused Himself By Drilling Them On Sunday Afternoons
And Modelling New Buttons For Their Uniforms; To Give Them The
Requisite Military Stamina He Over-Fed And Starved Them By Turns,
Wrapped Them In Sheepskin Overcoats For Long Route-Marches In July,
Exercised Them In Sham Fights With Live Grapeshot And Unblunted
Stilettos And Otherwise Thinned Their Ranks Of Undesirables, And
Hardened Their Physique, By Forcing Them To Escalade Horrible
Precipices At Midnight On Horseback. He Was A Martinet; He Knew It; He
Gloried On The Distinction. "All The World Loves A Disciplinarian," He
Was Wont To Say.
Nevertheless, Like Many Great Princes, He Realized That Political
Reasons Might Counsel At Times An Abatement Of Rigour. He Could Relent
And Show Mercy. He Could Interpose His Authority In Favour Of The
Condemned.
He Relented On One Celebrated Occasion Which More Than Any Other Helped
To Gain For Him The Epithet Of "The Good"--When An Entire Squadron Of
The Militia Was Condemned To Death For Some Supposed Mistake In Giving
The Salute. The Record, Unfortunately, Is Somewhat Involved In
Obscurity And Hard To Disentangle; So Much Is Clear, However, That The
Sentence Was Duly Promulgated And Carried Into Effect Within Half An
Hour. Then Comes The Moot Question Of The Officer In Command Who Was
Obviously Destined For Execution With The Rest Of His Men And Who Now
Profited, As Events Proved, By The Clemency Of The Good Duke. It
Appears That This Individual, Noted For A Childlike Horror Of Bloodshed
(Especially When Practiced On His Own Person), Had Unaccountably
Absented Himself From The Ceremony At The Last Moment--Slipping Out Of
The Ranks In Order, As He Said, To Bid A Last Farewell To His Two Aged
And Widowed Parents. He Was Discovered In A Wine-Shop And Brought
Before A Hastily Summoned Court-Martial. There His Old Military Courage
Seems To Have Returned To Him. He Demonstrated By A Reference To The
Instructions Laid Down In The Militiaman's Year-Book That No Mistake In
Saluting Had Been Made, That His Men Had Therefore Been Wrongfully
Convicted And Illegally Executed And That He A Fortiori, Was Innocent
Of Any Felonious Intent. The Court, While Approving His Arguments,
Condemned Him None The Less To The Indignity Of A Double Decapitation
For The Offence Of Leaving His Post Without A Signed Permit From His
Highness.
It Was At This Point That The Good Duke Interposed On His Behalf. He
Rescinded The Decree; In Other Words, He Relented. "Enough Of Bloodshed
For One Day," He Was Heard To Remark, Quite Simply.
This Speech Was One Of His Happiest Inspirations. Instantly It Echoed
From Mouth To Mouth; From End To End Of His Dominions. Enough Of
Bloodshed For One Day! That Showed His True Heart, The People Declared.
Enough Of Bloodshed! Their Enthusiasm Grew Wilder When, In An Access Of
Princely Graciousness, He Repaired The Lamentable Excess Of Zeal By
Pinning The Order Of The Golden Vine To The Offending Officer's Breast;
It Rose To A Veritable Frenzy As Soon As They Learned That, By Letters
Patent, The Entire Defunct Squadron Had Been Posthumously Ennobled. And
This Is Only One Of Many Occasions On Which This Ruler, By His Intimate
Knowledge Of Human Nature And The Arts Of Government, Was Enabled To
Wrest Good From Evil, And Thereby Consolidate His Throne. . . .
It Is Passing Strange, On The Face Of It, That This Vivid Personality,
One Of The Most Arresting Figures In The History Of The Country, Should
Be So Briefly Dealt With In The Pages Of Monsignor Perrelli. Doubly
Strange, And A Serious Disappointment To The Reader, In View Of The
Fact That The Two Men Were Contemporaries, And That The Learned Writer
Must Have Enjoyed Exceptional Facilities For Obtaining First-Hand
Knowledge Of His Subject. Almost Inexplicable Indeed, When One
Remembers Those Maxims Which He Himself, In The Introduction To His
Antiquities, Lays Down For The Writing Of History; When One Calls
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