The Viceroy nodded.
"The better so! You ride with us!"
Francesco looked up appealingly. His misery received a new shock from the Viceroy's lack of comprehension.
"I fear that may not be," he faltered, then noting the Viceroy's puzzled look, he added:
"The office I am bidden to perform, brooks no delay!"
Count Capecé eyed him curiously.
"What business may that be, more cogent than our own? On the hoof-beats of our horses hang the destinies of a kingdom! None may falter, none may turn back! I pry not into the nature of the office you are bidden to perform. Yet all personal interests should be suspended before the one all-absorbing task, that beckons us towards the Po!"—
"This business may not wait!"
It was almost a wail that broke from Francesco's lips. How could he make him understand without revealing his father's shame!