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116 228 . the miracles of antichrist
tions as Falco’s have not echoed in the quarry since
wretched prisoners of war languished there at their
work.
But Biagio gazes up towards the mighty Etna,
blushing in the sunset. " Look at Mongibello," he
says to Passafiore, "see how it blushes. It must
suspect what Falco is doing down in the quarry."
And Passafiore answers : " Surely Mongibello has
never dreamed that it should have anything on its
crown but ashes and snow."
But all at once Biagio ceased laughing. " This is
not well, Passafiore," he said. " Falco has become
proud. I fear that the great Mongibello is making
a fool of him."
The two bandits gaze searchingly into each other’s
eyes. "It is well, if it is only pride," says
Passafiore.
Now they both look away at the same time, and
dare not say anything more. The same thought,
the same terror has seized them both. Falco was
on the high road to insanity. Already he is at times
insane. That is the way with the great hero
robbers. They cannot bear honor and greatness, they
all become mad.
Passafiore and Biagio have seen it long, but each
one has kept it to himself, and each one has hoped
that the other has not noticed it. Now they
understand that both know it. They press each other’s
hands without a word. There is still so much that
is grand in Falco. They two, Passafiore and Biagio,
will watch over him, that no one shall notice that he
is no more what he has been.
At length Falco’s wreath is finished, he hangs it
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