Chapter 50

With an effort Carrara kept his horse to the pace, but his face was deathly, his lips set. Visconti never looked at him; his gaze was toward Milan and the sunrise. Suddenly Carrara cried aloud. "Not so fast, Visconti, not so fast!" But Gian flew along the level road. "Milan!" he cried, "on to Milan!" Carrara swayed forward to grasp Visconti's cloak, but he shook him off with a laugh. "What ails you, Carrara? The army waits, you must ride faster still if you mean to ride into Milan to-day with me." But Carrara was c…