He turned on his horse.
"Lucagnolo!" he called, and a man of officer's rank detached himself from the score of men-at-arms and rode forward.

"Let six men escort me home to Cesena.

Take you the remainder and beat up the country for three leagues about this spot.

Do not leave a house outside Cattolica unsearched.

You know what we are seeking ?" The man inclined his head.
"If it is within the circle you have appointed, we will find it," he answered confidently.
"Set about it," was the surly command, and Ramiro turned again to me.
"You have gone a little pale, good Messer Boccadoro," he sneered.