The Sicilian - Mario Puzo [86]
Hector Adonis was frightened. “Don Croce, I recognize your generosity in spirit and deed. But Turi is willful and like all young men too sure of his power. And it is true he is not altogether helpless. If he wars on the Friends, I know he cannot win, but the damage could be frightful. Is there some reward I can promise him?”
The Don said, “Promise him this. He will have a high place in the Friends, and he will have my personal loyalty and my love. And after all he cannot live in the mountains forever. There will come a time when he will wish to take his place in society, to live within the law in the bosom of his family. When that day comes, I am the only man in Sicily who can assure him his pardon. And it will be my greatest happiness to do so. I mean this sincerely.” And indeed when the Don spoke in this fashion he could not be disbelieved, he could not be resisted.
When Hector Adonis went up into the mountains to meet with Guiliano he was very troubled and frightened for his godson and he resolved to speak frankly. He wanted Guiliano to understand that their love for each other came first, even above his allegiance to Don Croce. When he arrived, chairs and folding tables were set up at the edge of the cliff. Turi and Aspanu sat alone.
He said to Guiliano, “I must talk to you privately.”
Pisciotta said angrily, “Little man, Turi has no secrets from me.”
Adonis ignored the insult. He said calmly, “Turi can tell you what I will tell him, if he likes. That is his affair. But I cannot tell you. I cannot take that responsibility.”
Guiliano patted Pisciotta’s shoulder. “Aspanu, leave us alone. If it’s something you should know, I’ll tell you.” Pisciotta rose abruptly, gave Adonis a hard stare and walked away.
Hector Adonis waited for a long time. Then he began to speak. “Turi, you are my godson. I have loved you since you were an infant. I taught you, gave you books to read, helped you when you became an outlaw. You are one of the few people in the world who makes living worthwhile for me. And yet your cousin Aspanu insults me without a word of reproach from you.”
Guiliano said sadly, “I trust you more than I trust anyone except for my mother and father.”
“And Aspanu,” Hector Adonis said reproachfully. “Has he not grown too bloodthirsty for any man to trust?”
Guiliano looked him in the eyes and Adonis had to admire the serene honesty of his face. “Yes, I must confess, I trust Aspanu more than I do you. But I have loved you since I was a little boy. You freed my mind with your books and wit. I know you’ve helped my mother and father with your money. And you have been a true friend in my troubles. But I see you entangled with the Friends of the Friends, and something tells me that is what brings you here today.”
Once again, Adonis marveled at his godson’s instincts. He presented the case to Turi. “You must come to an accommodation with Don Croce,” he said. “Not the King of France, not the King of the Two Sicilies, not Garibaldi, not even Mussolini himself could ever completely crush the Friends of the Friends. You cannot hope to win a war against them. I beg of you to come to an accommodation. You must bend your knee to Don Croce at the beginning, but who knows what your position will be in the future. I tell you this on my honor and on the head of your mother whom we both adore: Don Croce believes in your genius and bears the seed of a true love for your person. You will be his heir, the favored son. But for this time you must bow to his rule.”
He could see that Turi was moved by this and took him very seriously. Hector Adonis said passionately, “Turi, think of your mother. You cannot live in the mountains forever, risking your life to see her a few days every year. With Don Croce you can hope for a pardon.”
The young man took some time to collect his thoughts and then spoke to his godfather in a