CHAPTER X.THE FALL OF PESARO.
As we rode back through the town of Pesaro, some fifty men of the six score that had sallied from the Castle a half-hour ago, we found the streets well-nigh deserted, the rebellious citizens having fled back to the shelter of their homes, like rats to their burrows in time of peril.
As we advanced through the shambles that we had left about the Castle gates, it occurred to me that within the courtyard a crowd would be waiting to receive and welcome me, and it became necessary to devise some means of avoiding this reception.

I beckoned Giacomo to my side.
"Let it be given out that I will speak to no man until I have rendered thanks to Heaven for this signal victory," I muttered to the unsuspecting Albanian.

"Do you clear a way for me so soon a we are within." He obeyed me so well that when the bridge had been let down, he preceded me with a couple of his men and gently but firmly pressed back those that would have approached--among the first of whom were Madonna Paola and her brother.
"Way!" he shouted.

"Make way for the High and Mighty Lord of Pesaro!" Thus I passed through, my half-shattered visor sufficiently closed still to conceal my face, and in this manner I gained the door of the eastern wing and dismounted.

Two or three attendants sprang forward, ready to go with me that they might assist me to disarm.