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FIRENZE
NOVEMBRE 15
The crowd let out their first cry of dismay when the flames dared to lick Fra Savonarola, forcing him to halt his ordeal by fire after only the fifth step to pat out the flames from his arm. Then the mob let out a collective sigh of relief (perhaps of disappointment). So even the good friar is not immune then to such mortal things as fire, but it would have made a decent show had he burned to his death all the same. The crowd's eyes are hungry for a spectacle.
The second wail came when the heavy clouds finally broke over the city, sending a torrent of rain down on Florence, leaving the friar standing drenched between the previously burning walls, surrounded only by harmless puffs of smoke. What a terrible shame.
The silence that follows is the calm before the storm, his followers trying to comprehend the meaning of it all. Was it the Lord's intervention meant to save His good servant? Or was it a punishment? The tide is turned only once one man in the crowd shouts angrily: "Light the fire again, Father!" The sentiment is repeated in waves, the meaning and the words changed each time it's echoed until it becomes light him on fire.
The rest, as they say, is history. The aging friar is no match for hundreds eager to be the one to beat the lies out of the heretic and tie him to the wooden wall. It's hard to tell if Savonarola died even before the rain eased enough to let the mob finally set him on fire, but he stopped struggling long before.
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