Chapter 41

To a man the crowded assembly flocked to follow. "Ah!" Visconti turned again. "A crushed foe is scarcely to be feared! Have I not set my standard in the market-place of Verona? Have I not dragged a hostage from Della Scala's palace? Lords of Milan, am I not Visconti?" With one voice they broke into loud shouts. "To the city walls! to the city walls! Down with Della Scala! To the city walls!" And while the cry still sounded, before the enthusiasm could abate, Visconti, armed and mounted, rode at the head of some tho…