Have we not most of us assisted at the breaking of the Image of Baal, at the destruction of an imaginary representative of an illogical ideal?
"Well, Sor Marzio," said Gianbattista after a pause, "if I were to return to my worship of you and your principles--what would you do?
Would you take me back to your friendship and give me your daughter ?" Marzio looked up suddenly, and stared at the apprentice in surprise.

But the fresh young face gave no sign.

Gianbattista had spoken quietly, and was again intent upon his work.
"If you gave me a proof of your sincerity," answered Marzio, in low tones, "I would do much for you.

Yes, I would give you Lucia--and the business too, when I am too old to work.

But it must be a serious proof--no child's play." "What do you call a serious proof?
A profession of faith ?" "Yes--sealed with the red wax that is a little thicker than water," answered Marzio grimly, his eyes still fixed on Gianbattista's face.
"In blood," said the young man calmly.