Bellarion the Fortunate by Rafael Sabatini

Author:Rafael Sabatini
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pronoun

Facino was genuinely startled. “They are moving against Milan?”

Again the countess laughed, and this time Venegono laughed with her.

“Against it?” And he launched his thunderbolt. “They are there at the express invitation of the Duke.” Without pausing for breath he completed the tale. “On the second of the month the Lady Antonia Malatesta was married to Duke Gian Maria, and her father has been created Governor of Milan.”

A dead silence followed. The thing was utterly incredible. Facino refused to believe it, and said so at last with an oath.

“My lord, I tell you of things that I have witnessed,” Venegono insisted.

“Witnessed? Have you been in Milan? You?”

Venegono’s features twisted into a crooked smile. “After all, there are still enough staunch Ghibellines in Milan to afford me shelter. I take my precautions, Lord Count. But I do not run from danger. No Pusterla ever did; which is why this hellhound Duke has made so many victims.”

Appalled, Facino looked at him from under heavy brows. Then his lady spoke, a faint smile of bitter derision on her pale face.

“You’ll understand now why I am here, Facino. You’ll see that it was no longer safe in Milan for Facino’s wife: the wife of the man whose ruin is determined and to be purchased by the Duke at all costs, even at the cost of putting his neck under Malatesta’s heel.”

Facino’s mind, however, was still entirely absorbed by the main issue.

“But Gabriello?” he cried.

“Gabriello, my lord,” said Venegono promptly, “is as much a victim, and has been taken as fully by surprise as you and every Ghibelline in Milan. It is all the work of della Torre. To what end he strives only himself and Satan know. Perhaps he will lead Gian Maria to destruction in the end. It may be his way of resuming the old struggle for supremacy between Visconti and Torriani. Anyhow, his is the guiding brain.”

“But did that weak bastard Gabriello never raise a hand?”

“Gabriello, my lord, has gone to earth for his own safety’s sake in the Castle of Porta Giovia. There Malatesta is besieging him, and the city has been converted into an armed camp labouring to reduce its own citadel. That monster, Gian Maria, has set a price upon the head of the brother who has so often shielded him from the just wrath of the Commune and the people. There is a price, too, upon the heads of his cousins Antonio and Francesco Visconti, who are with Gabriello in the fortress, together with many other Ghibellines among whom my own cousin Giovanni Pusterla. Lord!” he ended passionately, “if the great Galeazzo could but come to life again to see the filthy shambles his horrible son has made of the great realm he built!”

Silence followed. Facino, his head lowered, his brows knitted, was drawing a geometrical figure on the table with the point of a knife. Presently, while so engaged, he spoke slowly, sorrowfully:

“I am the last of all those condottieri who were Gian Galeazzo’s brothers-in-arms; the last of those who helped him build up the great State, which his degenerate son daily dishonours.

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