sir.â
âAnd why is that?â
âWe cannot risk provoking a popular uprising simply because you insist on indulging your whim of staging an opera that, to judge by appearances, the people of Vigà ta really do not like and will not tolerate.â
âThatâs not true.â
âWhatâs not true?â
âThat the people of Vigà ta donât like it. The people of Vigà ta donât understand a bloody thing about anything, so you han imagine how much they know about music. The fact is that someone, and I donât yet know who, has told them to behave in this manner.â
âAnd what would be the reason for this?â
âItâs very simple, my dear holonel. To oppose, at all costs, the will of the national governmentâs representative.â
âThat may be so, Your Excellency. But by insisting, you risk creating ill will at a moment when itâs the last thing we need, as you should know better than I. I neednât remind you that this island is a powder keg, and if it hasnât yet exploded, it is only thanks to the prudenceâor, if you prefer, the fearsâof Mazzini. I, therefore, will not put the army, will not put my men, in the service of obstinacy and pigheaded behavior.â
âOn the part of the Vigatese.â
âYes, but on your part as well.â
âOn
my
part? How dare you!â
Aymone Vidusso miraculously managed to restrain his urge to punch the prefect in the face.
âExcellency, let us try to remain calm and speak reasonably.â
âOh, I am very reasonable, you know. And I say, huite reasonably, that when there is a danger of unrest against the instituted authority, the state, all the armed forcesâall of them, I say, regardless of branch or serviceâmust, by God, be united in the will to put down the uprising, without splitting hairs. These Sicilians smell bad, do you know that or donât you?â
The colonel made no sign of having heard him. He did not answer the question, but merely adjusted his monocle.
âWell, they do,â Bortuzzi persisted. âThey smell bad, and the Vigatese even worse than the rest.â
âIâll not enter into the subject of odors,â the colonel said diplomatically. Indeed, to him, it was His Excellency himself, the prefect, who had for some time already begun to smell bad. âBut let me reiterate that it has never been, to my knowledge, legitimate to force anyone to enjoy an opera by means of prefectorial decree.â
As soon as he said these words, he froze and fell silent in amazement. Where on earth had he, the unbending Piedmontese, come up with a statement so ironic? Apparently the prefect was getting on his nerves as never before. He collected himself and continued.
âIf you wish to do so, of course, you may. But you are not free to do so. And itâs quite possible that someone will see your actions as an abuse of power. That is your affair. The Italian army, however, cannot and must not be implicated in so foolish a scheme. And I will, in any case, ask the opinion of the proper authorities. Now, if youâll excuse me.â
He rose, tall and stiff, wedged his monocle more firmly in his eye, brought his hand to his visor, and executed a half bow. Bortuzzi darkened as he watched the maneuver. His eyes would have burnt the colonel if they could.
âHolonel,â he said. âHolonel, I am warning you. I have no choice but to see your actions as an explicit refusal to homply. And thus I shall have to file a report to your immediate superior. That would be General Hasanova, is that not correct?â
âYes, sir, Avogadro di Casanova. Do as you see fit, Your Excellency.â
He turned on his heel and went out, closing the door behind him.
âNincompoop of a nincompoop!â His Excellency muttered. âYouâre going to pay for this! Youâre going to find yourself in the eye of the storm with a