the Turks!

Yes, every one who belonged to Venice. For the young Nicolò, the last
survivor of their ancient name, was already set apart from the world by
his priestly vows, amid the quiet groves of the island of San Nicolò. It
was a pretty romance--all those noble councillors, trembling from fear
of the extinction of this most ancient and princely house, framing
humble petitions to the Holy Father; the youthful monk, leaving the
tranquil solitude of his island sanctuary, unfrocked with honor by a
Pope's decree, to don the crimson robe of senator and wed the daughter
of the Doge! And later, when sons and daughters many had risen up to
call them blessed, the old haunting charm of the convent reasserting
itself, the return of the Giustinian--this solitary link between the
long lines of his noble house, before and after--to his lonely cell on
San Nicolò; the retirement of the Lady Anna from the sweet motherhood of
her home to reign as Lady Abbess in the convent of Sant' Elenà; the
nimbus of sainthood for the pair when their quiet days were closed--it
was a pretty story, leading easily to thoughts of Marina.

"To-morrow," said Giustinian Giustiniani, as if in answer to his
thoughts, "at dawn of day, there will be Mass in the capello Giustiniani
on Sant' Elenà; and later we must visit the shrines of San Nicolò and
San Lorenzo. For in the Church also we have had our part. A Giustinian
was first Patriarch of Venice; a saint was father to our else broken
line--we have had our share in Church and State, and it behooves a
member of the Consiglio to remember the honors of his house."

He stood for a moment looking up at the shield on which were blazoned
the arms of the Giustiniani, as if he missed something that should have
been there; then, slowly turning back to the central court, now flooded