And he held out his hand.
In silence Conrad drew the weapon.
Mastino took it, broke it, threw it on the floor.
"And now go," he said.
At last Conrad found his voice.
"Lord!" he cried, "let me stay."
"Go," said Mastino.
"I will stay," faltered Conrad, "and amend my fault."
But Della Scala turned his back on him.
"Go to Visconti," he flashed. "Tisio plays chess as well almost as Vincenzo."