![]() The monster is gifted with the evil eye, killing whomsoever it looks upon. ![]() "It is a serpent," he replied, "but one so rare in Italy that not once in a century is it met with. ![]() "And what manner of creature may that be?" I asked, wonderingly. The astrologer, Ormes, had predicted that he would meet his death neither from natural sickness nor from poison, nor yet by the sword or cord, but from the eye of a basilisk. When I rejoined him after throwing the reptile into the underbrush he explained the seizure. But Cesare, to my astonishment, turned deadly pale and galloped incontinently in the opposite direction. I stooped from my saddle, impaled it on my sword, and waved it writhing in the air. We were riding thus side by side in advance of our men, when a small snake darted from the thicket and hissed its puny defiance. I never saw him flinch but once, and that before a thing which seemed so trivial that I counted it but a matter of physical repulsion. He was brave beyond doubt, and courage had for me great fascination. But it was only by degrees that I was enlightened concerning the character of Borgia. I would far liefer have gone with my brother knights deputed to sustain Louis's right to the Milanese, for it is one thing to fight honourably for France and another, as I soon discovered, to aid a villain in the massacre of his own countrymen, and all for aims in which I had no interest. had sent to aid his ally in the conquest of Romagna. It was the beginning of that campaign in which I, much against my will, was in command of the French troops, which his Majesty Louis XII. Let those who doubt the truth of this tale or the existence of the basilisk question Cesare Borgia, for we saw the creature at the same time as we rode together near Imola in northern Italy. If she but hiss no other serpent dare come near.- Pliny.Ī STRANGE story is mine, not of love but of hatred, the slow coiling of a human serpent about its prey, with something more than human in the sudden deliverance which came from so unexpected a quarter when all hope had gone and struggle ceased.Ĭertes, I am not one of your practised romancers thus to reveal my plot at the beginning, and yet, with all I have told, you will never guess in what mysterious guise, yet so subtly that it seemed a breath of wind had but fluttered a leaf of paper, the enemy we feared was struck with such opportune paralysis. A white spot or star she carrieth on her head and setteth it out like a diadem. There is not one that looketh upon her eyes but he dieth presently.
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