I felt cold all over to my feet.
"The Lady Angiola?" I exclaimed.
"Precisely," said Machiavelli, drily; "I think you have met."
"But this can be easily remedied," burst in D'Amboise; "a demand from the Signory, a word from France."
"Will not bring the dead to life again," put in the secretary.
"My God!" I burst out, "she is not dead?"
"Worse than that," he said; "it was done by Cesare's orders."
"Then Cesare Borgia will pay with his life for this," I exclaimed.
At this moment there was a knock at the door, and Burin entered, bearing a silver flagon, the stopper of which was made of a quaintly-carved dragon.
"Your eminence ordered this with the second service," he said, placing it before D'Amboise, and retiring.