The Master of Verona

That riposte went ignored. "The room is quite warm, in spite of your chilling presence. I assume that it is Morsicato's advice?"

"Indeed, we must try to burn from these men the fever of their devotion to a false idol. We can only hope that they will regain their senses."

Cangrande glanced around the chamber. "Is that Antonio?"

"You noticed?" The lady's voice carried a mild surprise. "Indeed. He, too, turned pincushion for your cause. He was foolish enough to try to remove the pin himself. I cannot imagine why. Perhaps he heard a folk legend that inspired him."

"No doubt," said the Scaliger crisply.

Pietro couldn't believe his ears. The Capitano was losing his temper.

Katerina gazed down at Pietro. "There is a tale of a knight who was wounded thrice by his enemies and left overnight to die of bleeding and exposure."

"Perhaps Pietro has already heard the tale," interrupted Cangrande.

His sister ignored him. "As it goes, the knight removed the shaft of a crossbow and dressed his other wounds in the pelt of a wolf that had tried to dine on him. The next day he found the camp of the two attackers and gave them wounds identical to those he had borne, then left them together to fend for themselves." Finally, her eyes rose level with the Capitano's. "They did die, did they not, Francesco?"

"They did, Donna, but not from their wounds. They died because there was a frost that night and no friendly wolf came along to give them his warm fur."

Katerina held her brother's eyes without flinching. "Then it seems then that you are fortunate in your friends. They are always there to rescue you."

"I need no rescuing, Donna, when I am not in your presence."

"Then I shall relieve you of that need by removing myself." Rising from her stool, the chatelaine handed him the damp cloth. Pietro noted that they were careful not to let their hands touch. "Signor Alaghieri, if you will excuse me."

At the door she turned. "Please do not leave quite yet. I have news." With those words, she departed.

There was an almost imperceptible sagging in the great man, a release of air held tightly in his lungs. He returned his gaze to Pietro. "Are you well?"

"Yes, lord."

"Good." He gave no explanation of the interchange with his sister.

As the lady had herself noted, Pietro was adept at diplomacy. "Do you have word of the army?"

"Which? Ours or the Paduan?"

"Both."

"Ours will be here sometime in the morning — about ten hours from now, I would guess. No doubt ragged and ill-organized, but here. By then I expect the bulk of the Paduan army will have reached home and started the fortifying process."

"Oh." Pietro was fighting the desire to ask the next question.

The Capitano knew the look for what it was. All innocence he asked, "Is there something on your mind?"

"No, lord."

"You're wondering why I'm not riding headlong towards Padua and taking them unawares." Pietro nodded. "I tried that already this summer — you weren't here."

The Scaliger allowed Pietro to sit upright. "I heard about it."

"Good. So, last month I had the whole Veronese army and I couldn't take the city. There is nothing to make me think I could take it with less than a hundred men, no matter how invincible they feel. The Paduans are very secure with their series of rivers and walls, and they've got those damned priests, della Torre and Mussato, who can breathe backbone into a willow. So without my army, why bother?"

The words sounded hopeless, yet Pietro sensed something in the Scaliger's tone. "So we don't go to Padua?"

In reply, Cangrande changed the subject. "I didn't see their general, did you?"

Pietro thought. He had seen many nobles, over a hundred, but no one with the deportment of the leader of this army. "He escaped?"

"I hope so. I know another friend of ours has. Though we fished his armour from the river, the slippery Count Vinciguerra of San Bonifacio has eluded us. Vinciguerra means 'In War I Win.' I might just make him change it. Fishmonger, maybe."

"Is that why we aren't going to Padua?" asked Pietro, trying to find the connection. "Because he escaped?"

"Oh, we're going." Cangrande's voice was level. "I just want to give their army a head start."

"But they'll be warned, they'll man the walls…"