"Is it proof of his honesty of purpose or loyalty to you?
Be advised, Madonna, and let him deliver his message from where he is.

He is safer there." She measured him with a determined eye.
"Messer Gonzaga, order them to lower the bridge," she bade him.
"But, lady, bethink you of your peril." "Peril ?" she echoed.

"Peril from two men, and we a garrison of over twenty?
Surely the man is a coward who talks so readily of perils.

Have the drawbridge lowered." "But if----" he began, with a desperate vehemence, when again she cut him short.
"Am I to be obeyed?
Am I mistress, and will you bid them lower the bridge, or must I, myself, go see to it ?" With a look of despairing anger and a shrug of the shoulders he turned from her, and despatched one of his men with an order.

A few moments later, with a creaking of hinges and a clanking of chains, the great bridge swung down and dropped with a thud to span the gulf.