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"
What
are
your
excellency
's
orders
?
"
inquired
Gaetano
.
"
In
the
first
place
,
light
me
a
torch
.
"
"
Ah
,
yes
,
I
understand
,
"
replied
the
patron
,
"
to
find
the
entrance
to
the
enchanted
apartment
.
With
much
pleasure
,
your
excellency
,
if
it
would
amuse
you
;
and
I
will
get
you
the
torch
you
ask
for
.
But
I
too
have
had
the
idea
you
have
,
and
two
or
three
times
the
same
fancy
has
come
over
me
;
but
I
have
always
given
it
up
.
Giovanni
,
light
a
torch
,
"
he
added
,
"
and
give
it
to
his
excellency
.
"
Giovanni
obeyed
.
Franz
took
the
lamp
,
and
entered
the
subterranean
grotto
,
followed
by
Gaetano
.
He
recognized
the
place
where
he
had
awaked
by
the
bed
of
heather
that
was
there
;
but
it
was
in
vain
that
he
carried
his
torch
all
round
the
exterior
surface
of
the
grotto
.
He
saw
nothing
,
unless
that
,
by
traces
of
smoke
,
others
had
before
him
attempted
the
same
thing
,
and
,
like
him
,
in
vain
.
Yet
he
did
not
leave
a
foot
of
this
granite
wall
,
as
impenetrable
as
futurity
,
without
strict
scrutiny
;
he
did
not
see
a
fissure
without
introducing
the
blade
of
his
hunting
sword
into
it
,
or
a
projecting
point
on
which
he
did
not
lean
and
press
in
the
hopes
it
would
give
way
.
All
was
vain
;
and
he
lost
two
hours
in
his
attempts
,
which
were
at
last
utterly
useless
.
At
the
end
of
this
time
he
gave
up
his
search
,
and
Gaetano
smiled
.
When
Franz
appeared
again
on
the
shore
,
the
yacht
only
seemed
like
a
small
white
speck
on
the
horizon
.
He
looked
again
through
his
glass
,
but
even
then
he
could
not
distinguish
anything
.
Gaetano
reminded
him
that
he
had
come
for
the
purpose
of
shooting
goats
,
which
he
had
utterly
forgotten
.
He
took
his
fowling-piece
,
and
began
to
hunt
over
the
island
with
the
air
of
a
man
who
is
fulfilling
a
duty
,
rather
than
enjoying
a
pleasure
;
and
at
the
end
of
a
quarter
of
an
hour
he
had
killed
a
goat
and
two
kids
.
These
animals
,
though
wild
and
agile
as
chamois
,
were
too
much
like
domestic
goats
,
and
Franz
could
not
consider
them
as
game
.
Moreover
,
other
ideas
,
much
more
enthralling
,
occupied
his
mind
.
Since
,
the
evening
before
,
he
had
really
been
the
hero
of
one
of
the
tales
of
the
"
Thousand
and
One
Nights
,
"
and
he
was
irresistibly
attracted
towards
the
grotto
.
Then
,
in
spite
of
the
failure
of
his
first
search
,
he
began
a
second
,
after
having
told
Gaetano
to
roast
one
of
the
two
kids
.
The
second
visit
was
a
long
one
,
and
when
he
returned
the
kid
was
roasted
and
the
repast
ready
.
Franz
was
sitting
on
the
spot
where
he
was
on
the
previous
evening
when
his
mysterious
host
had
invited
him
to
supper
;
and
he
saw
the
little
yacht
,
now
like
a
sea-gull
on
the
wave
,
continuing
her
flight
towards
Corsica
.
"
Why
,
"
he
remarked
to
Gaetano
,
"
you
told
me
that
Signor
Sinbad
was
going
to
Malaga
,
while
it
seems
he
is
in
the
direction
of
Porto
--
Vecchio
.
"
"
Do
n't
you
remember
,
"
said
the
patron
,
"
I
told
you
that
among
the
crew
there
were
two
Corsican
brigands
?
"
"
True
;
and
he
is
going
to
land
them
,
"
added
Franz
.
"
Precisely
so
,
"
replied
Gaetano
.
"
Ah
,
he
is
one
who
fears
neither
God
nor
Satan
,
they
say
,
and
would
at
any
time
run
fifty
leagues
out
of
his
course
to
do
a
poor
devil
a
service
.
"
