"Who the devil are you?" called a voice from behind Daoud.
The man addressed his answer to Daoud. "I am Andrea Sordello of Rimini, Messer David. These three men are my comrades. It would honor us if you would accept our service."
"Accept his service," Lorenzo said at once from behind Daoud. "We have nothing to lose."
Daoud made himself decide at once. "If you are willing to help me, I am grateful."
"Be off with you, Messer Sordello," called one of the original pursuers. "This is no quarrel of yours."
"And what is your quarrel with these men?" Sordello replied.
"That is no affair of yours, Messere!" It was the voice of a very young man, intense, passionate.
Daoud turned to face the young voice. At once Sordello moved to take a position at his side.
Daoud realized that he could see better; the first hint of dawn. And not only was there more light, but his head was clearer as well. The heat of his body, aroused to fight, was burning away the intoxicating spirits in his blood.
The men opposite were spread far apart. The one who spoke for them was slender and wore a cap that fell over one ear. A silver badge glittered on the cap.