Her look was far away. Of a sudden she turned to Francesco.
"Will you remain at Naples?"
He gave a shrug.
"Days—weeks—who can tell? A Ghibelline victory may turn the tide."
"I have something to say to you," she said, her face very close to his. "I have long wished to say it: beware of Raniero!"
"He caught her to him with all the old-time love"
"I have done him no wrong!"
She made a gesture as one throwing up a libation.
"Fonté Gaia!"