"Mastino della Scala! oh, why didst thou do this thing? Tell me thou repentest!" he cried.
Mastino looked into the old man's wistful face.
"Verona is no more, the Scaligeri are no more. Ride thee to the others, old man," he said.
The standard-bearer wrung his hands.
"I loved thee!" he pleaded. "Save thy soul and say thou dost repent!"
Mastino's proud head was erect.
"And do I live to save my soul? Get thee to the others, I do not repent."
The old man rode away sorrowfully. Della Scala watched him disappear behind the rocks and trees.
He was the last, and silence fell.