Giannotto stood bewildered in the doorway; nothing left of the wild tumult that had filled the spaces save echoing shouts and tramping hoofs.
"Visconti is mad," he thought. "He has ridden off almost unarmed! Now—I wonder what may happen before he return from the western gate—the night is dark and—dangerous."
And with a thoughtful glance up at the cloudy sky, Giannotto slowly withdrew.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN A PRISONER FROM MILAN
Mastino Della Scala was proving himself. He had come to within fifteen miles of Milan.
Verona was his again; that was in itself enough to justify his allies' confidence.
Of them Julia Gonzaga's force and Ippolito d'Este's army lay at Brescia, ready at any moment to advance.
Della Scala's position lay nearer Milan, and by far the larger half of his support was Carrara, Duke of Padua's contingent, led by the Duke in person.