For the rest, they did my bidding there and then.
Having satisfied myself that no betraying sign remained about them, I drew the curtains of my litter, and reclining there I gave myself up to pondering the manner in which I should greet the Borgia sbirri when they overtook me.

From that I passed on to the contemplation of the position in which I found myself, and the thing that I had done.

And the proportions of the jest that I was perpetrating afforded me no little amusement.

It was a burla not unworthy the peerless gifts of Boccadoro, and a fitting one on which to close his wild career of folly.

For had I not vowed that Boccadoro I would be no more once the errand on which I travelled was accomplished?
By Cesare Borgia's grace I looked to-- A sudden jolt brought me back to the immediate present, and the realisation that in the last few moments we had increased our pace.