Excerpt of a letter by Alceo Taddei[1] (volunteer of the Tuscan Student Battalion) to his guardian, from the Bridge at Zevio, April1st, 1848)
Dearest Uncle, [2]
forgive my uncertain hand; I am still dizzy and excited by today's events. No, there has not been a new confrontation with the greedy Germans[3], who are happy to stay holed up in their fortresses, as the cowards they are. But the day when we will finally avenge the blood of our fellow Italians spilled by the vile Austrians shall come very soon, and this is not the hope of a daydreaming youngster, but the certainty of a man. For today I have been so blessed to meet the present and the future of Italy: Ferdinand of Savoy, the Prince of the Italians! He came to us on his way back from Venice, where the glory of the Most Serene Republic of Venice has been reborn, to tell us the wondrous tale of the insurrection of Venice, of the successful mutiny of Pola, of the fighting in Dalmatia. He never claimed any role in this unexpected string of successes, but I cannot believe he didn't play a role in them. He wanted to greet and meet in person the Student Battalion, Uncle! He said that he also felt "a student in arms-but also a student at arms". So much for the contempt we are treated by most of the Sardinian officers. But the Prince is.. different. He came among us, asking about our studies and our lives (as though he was one of us, or maybe, the Professor anyone dreams to be taught by), praising our courage and skills in battle, and I could not help but remember that in ancient times, Kings hands were believed to be hands of healers. His words, his voice, his expression, were like an ointment for our spirit. I am at a loss for better words to describe him, but now I am sure that God has finally decided to bless Italy, and send the Prince to guide us to victory!
He also seems to know everything in advance: when word came that an unrecognized cavalry regiment was coming in from the east, he did not even flinch. He looked at his watch, and said: "Perfectly on time. That's quite unexpected." And then he went to meet the strangers, who only then showed a tricolor flag. We went with him, arms raised. I took a dislike to their leader almost immediately: bold and arrogant, without even the need of saying a word. The Prince did not wait for him to speak, and asked: "Shall I presume you are pledging your life and sword to the Italian cause, dear cousin?[4]"
"If you fancy yourself a liberal, cousin, I shall be a Jacobin[5]". There was so much arrogance in that answer that many of us pointed their rifles at him (we did not know that that man was Ferdinando Carlo di Borbone[6]), but the Prince just laughed, replying:
"Very well then, so be it. Although I should warn you, cousin, that Jacobins loose their heads more often than not, while liberals... less so."
[..]
Footnotes
- An OTL member of the Tuscan Student Battalion
- Here "uncle" is used to show affection
- This expression is taken from an OTL letter by Alceo
- Members of ruling houses often called themselves "cousins", it seemed fit in this context
- Reportedly, Ferdinando Carlo said this line in 1847, when he decided to fly a tricolor flag from the Lucchese barracks during an insurrection of the city
- Heir to the Duchy of Parma. OTL, he did leave Parma with a cavalry regiment, to pledge his sword to Charles Albert, but he did not manage to meet him, and was taken into custody by the Lombard provisional government for a month, then released after British intercession and sent to London. ITTL, he was a bit more lucky and managed to arrive in Isola della Scala, although he was too late for the battle of Goito