The Lord of Pesaro does not betray his word." I smiled grimly at the pride of his utterance.
"It is an easy thing," said I, "freely to give that which is no longer ours." He coloured with the anger that was ever ready.
"What shall that mean ?" he asked.
"Why, that in a few days you will have Cesare Borgia here, and you will be Lord of Pesaro no more.

I have saved your honour for you.

More than that it were idle to attempt." "Think not that I shall submit," he cried.

"I shall find in Italy the help I need to return and drive the usurper out.

You must have faith in that, yourself, else had you never bargained with me as you have done for the return of your Estates." To that I answered nothing, but urged him to go below and show himself; and the better that he might bear himself among his courtiers, I detailed to him the most salient features of that fight.
He went, not without a certain uneasiness which, however, was soon dispelled by the thunder of acclamation with which he was received; not only by his courtiers, but by the soldiers who had fought in that hot skirmish, and who believed that it was he had led them.
Meanwhile I sat above, in the closet he had vacated, and thence I watched him, with such mingling feelings in my heart as baffle now my halting pen.