CHAPTER II. THE CAPTAIN OF JUSTICE
There was a moment's silence after Rinolfo had flung that announcement.
“The Captain of Justice?” quoth my mother at length, her voice startled. “What does he seek?”
“The person of my Lord Agostino d'Anguissola,” said Rinolfo steadily.
She sighed very heavily. “A felon's end!” she murmured, and turned to me. “If thus you may expiate your sins,” she said, speaking more gently, “let the will of Heaven be done. Admit the captain, Ser Rinolfo.”
He bowed, and turned sharply to depart.
“Stay!” I cried, and rooted him there by the imperative note of my command.
Fra Gervasio was more than right when he said that mine was not a nature for the cloister. In that moment I might have realized it to the full by the readiness with which the thought of battle occurred to me, and more by the anticipatory glow that warmed me at the very thought of it. I was the very son of Giovanni d'Anguissola.
“What force attends the captain?” I inquired.