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The English Assassin :: Silva Daniel
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TheEnglishman dipped his forefinger in the oil; then he held it over the plate and allowed three drops to fall onto the water. By the laws of physics the oil should have gathered into a single globule, but instead it shattered into a thousand droplets, and soon there was no trace of it. The old woman sighed heavily and made the sign of the cross. There it was, undeniable proof that the occhju, the Evil Eye, had invaded the Englishman’s soul.
She took hold of the Englishman’s hand and prayed. After a moment she began to cry, a sign the occhju had passed from his body into hers. Then she closed her eyes and appeared to be sleeping. She opened her eyes a moment later and instructed him to repeat the trial of the oil and the water. This time, the oil coalesced into a single drop. The evil had been exorcised.
“Thank you,” he said, taking the old woman’s hand. She held it for a moment, then drew away, as if he had fever. The Englishman asked: “What’s wrong?”
“Are you going to remain in the valley for a time, or are you going away again?”
“I’m afraid I have to go away.”
“In the service of Don Orsati?”
The Englishman nodded. He kept no secrets from the old signadora.
“Do you have your charm?”
He opened his shirt. A piece of coral, shaped like a hand, hung by a leather cord from his neck. She took it in her fingers and stroked it, as if to ascertain whether it still contained the mystical power to ward off the occhju. She seemed satisfied but still concerned.
The Englishman asked, “Do you see something?”
“I see a man.”
“What’s this man like?”
“He’s like you, only a heretic. You should avoid him. You will do as I have instructed?”
“I always do.”
The Englishman kissed her hand, then slipped a roll of francs into her palm.
“It’s too much,” she said.
“You always say that.”
“That’s because you always give me too much.”
Part Two
13
ROME
AN HOUR AFTER DAWN they crossed the Italian border. It had been a long time since Gabriel had been so glad to leave a place. He drove toward Milan while Anna slept. She was troubled by nightmares, tossing her head, waging private battles. When the dream finally released her, she woke and stared wide-eyed at Gabriel, as if startled by his presence. She closed her eyes and soon the struggle began again.
TheEnglishman dipped his forefinger in the oil; then he held it over the plate and allowed three drops to fall onto the water. By the laws of physics the oil should have gathered into a single globule, but instead it shattered into a thousand droplets, and soon there was no trace of it. The old woman sighed heavily and made the sign of the cross. There it was, undeniable proof that the occhju, the Evil Eye, had invaded the Englishman’s soul.
She took hold of the Englishman’s hand and prayed. After a moment she began to cry, a sign the occhju had passed from his body into hers. Then she closed her eyes and appeared to be sleeping. She opened her eyes a moment later and instructed him to repeat the trial of the oil and the water. This time, the oil coalesced into a single drop. The evil had been exorcised.
“Thank you,” he said, taking the old woman’s hand. She held it for a moment, then drew away, as if he had fever. The Englishman asked: “What’s wrong?”
“Are you going to remain in the valley for a time, or are you going away again?”
“I’m afraid I have to go away.”
“In the service of Don Orsati?”
The Englishman nodded. He kept no secrets from the old signadora.
“Do you have your charm?”
He opened his shirt. A piece of coral, shaped like a hand, hung by a leather cord from his neck. She took it in her fingers and stroked it, as if to ascertain whether it still contained the mystical power to ward off the occhju. She seemed satisfied but still concerned.
The Englishman asked, “Do you see something?”
“I see a man.”
“What’s this man like?”
“He’s like you, only a heretic. You should avoid him. You will do as I have instructed?”
“I always do.”
The Englishman kissed her hand, then slipped a roll of francs into her palm.
“It’s too much,” she said.
“You always say that.”
“That’s because you always give me too much.”
Part Two
13
ROME
AN HOUR AFTER DAWN they crossed the Italian border. It had been a long time since Gabriel had been so glad to leave a place. He drove toward Milan while Anna slept. She was troubled by nightmares, tossing her head, waging private battles. When the dream finally released her, she woke and stared wide-eyed at Gabriel, as if startled by his presence. She closed her eyes and soon the struggle began again.