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Updated: May 2, 2025
When Grifone fell into their hands near Sant' Ercolano, Gianpaolo handed him over for execution to his followers. Barciglia and Penna fled to Varano, the chief author of the tragedy, at Camerino; and in a moment, almost without loss, Gianpaolo became master of the city.
There, at the fatal window, she saw the whole truth in a flash. "O lasso! Her third husband was her last, I see," she said, and bit her lip to sting the tears back. "Majesty," said Cesare, hat in hand at her stirrup, "it is not quite so. Grifone was not quick enough for the other fellow. Messer Death is actually her second husband."
Grifone stared. "Ebbene, Monsignore," said he, "your Grace will do well to attack." "Attack, man? when the fellow knows we are coming! Are you mad?" "Not so, my lord," replied the Secretary. "Bentivoglio does not know you are coming. What he knows is that you have said you are coming."
Grifone, who met his master at Cremona, lost no time in seeing that something had gone counter, and very little in finding out what it was. "Leave it to me, my good lord," he said comfortably; "I will explain it to Madonna in another way."
Atalanta, the still young and beautiful mother of Grifone, who the day before had withdrawn to a country house with the latter's wife Zenobia and two children of Gianpaolo, and more than once had repulsed her son with a mother's curse, now returned with her daughter-in-law in search of the dying man.
She made no pretence of mourning her dead husband; indeed, her horror of him set her shuddering at his mere name; nor did she affect to deny that she loved Grifone. It made no difference.
Grifone, grave, attentive, in black, was there, be sure, waiting his turn. It came, and with it Molly, blushing and overwrought, new from the very kindly salutations of the Greek. To Grifone she proffered a greeting which was no less kind because her heart was troubled. Her well of trust in mankind was not yet dry.
Getting up from this tribute, he was faced by Cesare Borgia and his men; by Cesare who, used to such stratagems as this of late, had had the whole story out of Ludovic at Milan, and forestalled Nona by buying up the troop of "Centaurs" before ever he entered the city. Thus had Amilcare been sold by his own purchase, and thus Grifone griped in his own springe.
Grifone did not see; he tore his hair, he threatened, prayed, raved, commanded, coaxed, swore by God and the Devil, clung to her knees useless! "Dear friend," she said, and stroked his hot hair, "you have served me well. Never serve me now so ill." She beat him. From that moment, when love was dead, he began to hate her. She was safe from what she feared.
"Death to the traitor!" threw up like the hastier wave-crests in a racing tide. Chiesa!" At this last Grifone, who had been biting his fingers shrewdly, wrung a nail apart till the blood came. His was the desperate caught face of a stoat in a trap. "What is this crying without?" said Molly in a hush. "Pest! I must find out," said Grifone.
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