Chapter 49

Quite near to them lay Milan--and Visconti rode in silence, wondering what had befallen in the city; wondering, and fearing Valentine had revealed too much of his own spirit; he was afraid of her. Along the distant horizon the gray walls of the city began to be visible across the flat plain, and Visconti's eyes lit at sight of his city, and he turned to Carrara impulsively. "Give me a sword, Carrara," he said. "'Tis not fitting I should enter Milan weaponless." "The Milanese will so rejoice to see you, my lord," re…