Gonzaga assured them that the whole thing had been effected without
disturbing the garrison at their prayers. Now that he deemed himself
well protected his usual serenity of manner returned.
"You may felicitate yourself, Highness," he ventured to say, with a grin,
to Guidobaldo, "that you have reared your niece in devout ways."
"Did you address me?" quoth the Duke of Urbino coldly. "I trust it may
not again be necessary."
Before the look of loathing in his handsome face Gonzaga cringed. Gian
Maria laughed in his piping treble.
"Have I not served your Highness faithfully?" fawned the gallant.
"So has the meanest scullion in my kitchens, the lowliest groom in my
stables--and with more honour to himself," answered the proud Duke. "Yet
he does not go the length of jesting with me." His eye carried a menace
so eloquent that Gonzaga drew back, afraid; but Gian Maria clapped him on
the shoulder in a friendly manner.
"Be of good heart, Judas," he laughed, his pale face a-grin, "I shall
find room for you in Babbiano, and work too, if you do it as well as
this. Come; the men are here now. Let us go forward whilst they are at
their prayers. But we must not disturb them," he added, more seriously.
"I will not be guilty of an impiety. We can lie in wait for them
without."
He laughed gaily, for he seemed in a preposterously good humour, and
bidding Gonzaga lead the way he followed, with Guidobaldo at his side.
They crossed the courtyard, where his men were ranged, armed to the
teeth, and at the door of the archway leading to the inner court they
paused for Gonzaga to open it.
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