I was of twice his strength, we were alone, and the hour was one that levelled ranks.

Had he made the least attempt to carry out his threat, had he but drawn an inch of the steel he fingered, I think I should have slain him with my hands without fear or thought of consequences.
"I have no help for you such as you need," I answered him.

"I am but the Fool of Pesaro.

Whoever looked to a Fool for miracles ?" "But here is death," he almost moaned.
"Lord of Pesaro," I reminded him, "your mercenaries are under arms by your command, and your knights are joining them.

They wait for the fulfilment of your promise to lead them out against the enemy.