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Roger had been for two months sinking under a complaint gradual
in its progress but fatal in its nature, was not astonished at
this news. And yet, struck with his sudden exaltation, he felt a
thousand confused motions rising up by turns in his heart. He
mused for some time, then breaking silence, addressed these words
to Leontio — Wise Siffredi, I have always considered you as my
father. I shall make it my glory to be governed by your counsels,
and you shall reign in Sicily with a sway paramount to my own.
With these words, advancing to the standish and taking a blank
sheet of paper, he wrote his name at the bottom. What are you
doing, sir? said Siffredi. Proving my gratitude and my esteem,
answered Enriquez. Then the prince presented the paper to
Blanche, and said — Accept, madam, this pledge of my faith, and
of the empire with which I invest you over my thoughts and
actions. Blanche received it with a blush, and made this answer
to the prince — I acknowledge with all humility the
condescensions of my sovereign, but my destiny is in the hands of
a father, and you must not consider me as ungrateful if I deposit
this flattering token in his custody, to be used according to the
dictates of his sage discretion.
In compliance with these sentiments of filial duty, she gave the
sign manual of Enriquez to her father. Then Siffredi saw at once
what till that moment had eluded his penetration. He entered
dearly into the prince’s sentiments, and said: Your majesty shall
have no reproaches to make me. I shall not act unworthily of the
confidence … . My dear Leontio, interrupted Enriquez, you and
unworthiness never can be allied. Make what use you please of my
signature. I shall confirm your determination. But go, return to
Palermo, prescribe the ceremonies for my coronation there, and
tell my subjects that I shall follow you in person immediately,
to receive their oaths of allegiance, and assure them of my
protection in return. The minister obeyed the commands of his new
master, and set out for Palermo with his daughter.
Some hours after their departure, the prince also left Belmonte,
with his thoughts more intent on his passion than on the high
rank to which he was called. Immediately on his arrival in the
city, the air was rent with a thousand cries of joy. He made his
entry into the palace amid the acclamations of the people, and
everything was ready for the august formalities. The Princess
Constance was waiting to receive him, in a magnificent mourning
dress. She appeared deeply affected by Roger’s death. The customs
of society required from them a reciprocal compliment of
condolence on the late event; and they each of them acquitted
themselves with good breeding and propriety. But there was
somewhat more coldness on the part of Enriquez than on that of
Constance, who could not enter into family quarrels, and resolved
on hating the young prince. He placed himself on the throne, and
the princess sate beside him, in a chair of state a little less
elevated. The great officers of the realm fell into their places,
each according to his rank. The ceremony began; and Leontio, as
lord high chancellor of the kingdom, holding in his possession
the will of the late king, opened it, and read the contents
aloud. This instrument contained in substance that Roger, in
default of issue, nominated the eldest son of Mainfroi his
successor, on condition of his marrying the Princess Constance;
and in the event of his refusing her hand, the crown of Sicily
was to devolve, to his exclusion, on the head of the infant Don
Pedro, his brother, on the like condition.
These words were a thunderstroke to Enriquez. His senses were all
bewildered even to distraction; and his agonies became still more
acute, when Leontio, having finished the reading of the will,
addressed the assembly at large to the following effect: My
lords, the last injunctions of the late king having been made
known to our new monarch, that pious and excellent prince
consents to honour his cousin the Princess Constance with his
hand. At these words Enriquez interrupted the chancellor.
Leontio, said he, remember the writing; Blanche… . Sire,
interrupted Siffredi in his turn with precipitation, lest the
prince should find an opportunity of making himself understood,
here it is. The nobility of the kingdom, added he, exhibiting the
blank paper to the assembly, will see by your majesty’s august
subscription, the esteem in which you hold the princess, and your
implicit deference to the last will of the late king your uncle.
Having finished these words, he forthwith began reading the
instrument in such terms as he had himself inserted. According to
the contents, the new king gave a promise to his people, with
formalities the most binding and authentic, that he would marry
Constance, in conformity with the intention of Roger. The hall
re-echoed with pealing shouts of satisfaction. Long live our high
and mighty King Enriquez! exclaimed all those who were present.
As the marked aversion of the prince for the princess had never
been any secret, it was apprehended, not without reason, that he
might revolt against the condition of the will, and light up the
flame of civil discord in the kingdom; but the public enunciation
of this solemn act, quieting the fears of the nobility and the
people on that head, excited these universal applauses, which
went to the monarch’s heart like the stab of an assassin.
Constance, who had a nearer interest than any human being in the
result, from the double motive of glory and personal affection,
laid hold of this opportunity for expressing her gratitude. The
prince had much ado to keep his feelings within bounds. He
received the compliment of the princess with so constrained an
air, and evinced so unusual a disorder in his behaviour, as
scarcely to reply in a manner suited to the common forms of good
breeding. At last, no longer master of his violent passions, he
went up to Siffredi, whom the formalities of his office detained
near the royal person, and said to him in a low tone of voice —
What is the meaning of all this, Leontio? The signature which I
deposited in your daughter’s hands was not meant for such a use
as this. You are guilty of … .
My liege, interrupted Siffredi again with a tone of firmness,
look to your own glory. If you refuse to comply with the
injunctions of the king, your uncle, you lose the crown of
Sicily. No sooner had he thrown in this salutary hint, than he
got away from the king, to prevent all possibility of a reply.
Enriquez was left in a most embarrassing situation. A thousand
opposite emotions agitated him at once. He was exasperated
against Siffredi: to give up Blanche was more than he could
endure: so that, balancing between his private feelings and the
calls of public honour, he was doubtful to which side he should
incline. At length his doubts were resolved, under the idea of
having found the means to secure Siffredi’s daughter, without
giving up his claim to the throne. He affected therefore an
entire submission to the will of Roger, in the hope, while a
dispensation from his marriage with his cousin was soliciting at
Rome, of gaining the leading nobility by his largesses, and thus
establishing his power so firmly, as not to be under the
necessity of fulfilling the conditions of the obnoxious
instrument.
After forming this design, he got to be more composed; and
turning towards Constance, confirmed to her what the lord high
chancellor had read in presence of the whole assembly. But, at
the very moment when he had so far betrayed himself as to pledge
his faith, Blanche arrived in the hall of council. She came
thither, by her father’s command, to pay her duty to the
princess; and her ears, on entering, were startled at the
expressions of Enriquez. In addition to this shock, Leontio,
determined not to leave her in doubt of her misfortune,
accompanied her presentation to Constance with these words:
Daughter, make your homage acceptable to your queen; call down
upon her the blessings of a prosperous reign and a happy
marriage. This terrible blow overwhelmed the unfortunate Blanche.
Vain were all her attempts to suppress her anguish; her
countenance changed successively from the deepest blush to a
deadly paleness, and she trembled from head to foot. And yet the
princess had no suspicion how the matter really stood; but
attributed the confused style of her compliment to the
awkwardness of a young person brought up in a state of
rustication, and totally unacquainted with the manners of a
court. But the young king was more in the secret. The sight of
Blanche put him out of countenance: and the despair, too legible
in her eyes, was enough to drive him out of his senses. Her
feelings were not to be misunderstood; and they pointed at him as
the most faithless of men. Could he have spoken to her, it might
have tranquillized his agitation: but how to lay hold of the
happy moment, when all Sicily, at least the illustrious part of
it, was fixed in anxious expectation on his proceedings? Besides,
the stern and inflexible Siffredi extinguished at once every ray
of hope. This minister, who was at no loss to decipher the hearts
of the two lovers, and was firmly resolved, if possible, to
prevent the evil consequences impending over the state from the
violence of this imprudent attachment, got his daughter out of
the assembly with the dexterity of a practised courtier, and
regained the road to Belmonte with her in his possession,
determined, for more reasons than one, to marry her as soon as
possible.
When they reached home, he gave her to understand all the horror
of her destiny, by announcing his promise to the constable. Just
heaven! exclaimed she, transported into a paroxysm of despair,
which her father’s presence could not restrain, what unparalleled
sufferings have you the cruelty to lay up in store for the ill-fated Blanche? Her agony went to such a degree of violence as to
suspend every power of her soul. Her limbs seemed as if stiffened
under the icy grasp of death. Cold and pale, she fell senseless
into her father’s arms. Neither was he insensible to her
melancholy condition. Yet, feeling as he did all the alarm and
anxiety of a parent, the stern inflexibility of the statesman
remained unshaken. Blanche, after a time, was recalled to life
and feeling, rather by the keenness of her mental pangs than by
the means which Siffredi used for her recovery. Languishingly did
she raise her scarcely conscious eyes: when glancing on the
author of her misery, as he was anxiously employed about her
person; … . My lord, said she, with inarticulate and
convulsive accents, I am ashamed to let you see my weakness: but
death, which cannot be long in finishing my torments, will soon
rid you of a wretched daughter, who has ventured to dispose of
her heart without consulting you. No, my dear Blanche, answered
Leontio, your death would be too dear a sacrifice: Virtue will
resume her empire over your actions. The constable’s proposals do
you honour; it is one of the most considerable alliances in the
state … . I esteem his person and am sensible of his merit,
interrupted Blanche; but, my lord, the king had given me
encouragement to indulge … . Daughter, vociferated Siffredi,
breaking in upon her discourse, I anticipate all you have to say
on that subject. Your partiality for the prince is no secret to
me, nor would it meet my disapprobation under other
circumstances. You should
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