Facino was moved to anger. But he dissembled it.
'The people perceive in me the possible saviour of your duchy.' He was smiling, but his eyes were hard. 'It is well to propitiate those who have the power to serve us.'
'Do you reprove his highness?' wondered della Torre, scowling.
'Do you boast your power?' growled the Duke.
'I rejoice in it since it is to be used in your potency's service, unlike Buonterzo's which is being used against you.'
Behind Facino his Countess watched, and inwardly smiled. These fools were stirring her lord, it seemed, where she could not stir him.
Gabriello, however, interposed to clear the air. 'And you are very welcome, Lord Count; your coming is most timely.'
The Duke flashed him a sidelong glance, and grunted: 'Huh!'
But Gabriello went on, his manner affable and courtly. 'And his highness is grateful to you for the despatch you have used in responding to his call.'
After all, as titular governor, Gabriello spoke with the voice of authority, in matters of administration being even superior to the Duke. And Facino, whose aim was far from provocative, was glad enough to pass through the door Gabriello held for him.