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He brought a parchment, to which was appended a great seal bearing the Pontifical arms. He thrust it into Galeotto's hand. "There," he said, "is the discharge of the debt which through my weakness and folly I have incurred." Galeotto looked at the parchment, then at Cavalcanti, and then at the parchment once more. It was a papal bull of plenary pardon and indemnity to me.
To Galeotto this proud, stern baron seemed most oddly dispirited. "I see that we must talk," he said. "Things are speeding well and swiftly now," he added, dropping his voice. "But more of that presently. I have much to tell you." When they had reached the chamber that was Galeotto's, and the doors were closed and Falcone was unbuckling his master's spurs "Now for my news," said the condottiero.
He shot it out, and my breast came against it as against a rod of iron. It threw me out of balance, and ere I had recovered it had thrust me back again. "Back there!" said Galeotto's brazen voice. "This affair is mine. Mine are the older wrongs and the greater." With that he stepped behind the Duke's chair, and Farnese in a fresh spurt of panic came to his feet.
I took it, and considered the superscription: "These to the Most Noble Agostino d'Anguissola, at Pagliano. Quickly. Quickly. Quickly." The hand was Galeotto's. I tore it open. It contained but two lines: "Upon your life do not fail to obey the Imperial summons. Send Falcone to me here at once." And it was signed "GALEOTTO." "It is well," I said to the herald, "I will not fail to attend."
When, finally, on the seventh day, I was able to stand, and, by leaning on Gervasio's arm, to reach the door of the hut and to look out upon the sweet spring landscape and the green tents that Galeotto's followers had pitched for themselves in the dell below my platform, I vowed that I would make an end of broths and capons' breasts and trout and white bread and red wine and all such succulences.
This is Agostino d'Anguissola, of Mondolfo and Carmina." Surprise overspread Gonzaga's face. He seemed about to speak, and checked, and his eyes were very searchingly bent upon Galeotto's face, which remained inscrutable as stone. Then the Governor looked at me, and from me back again at Galeotto. At last he smiled, whilst I bowed before him, but very vaguely conscious of what might impend.
Galeotto's troops and the duke's were the only ones to make sturdy resistance. The right wing of the army gave way under the fierce assault of the Swiss. The cry, "Sauve qui pent!" raised possibly by Campobasso's traitors, produced a terrible rout. Three quarters of the troops were in flight, while the duke still fought on with superhuman ferocity.
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