"An example must be made if we would have respect and orderliness from these men." "Then make it an example of mercy," suggested Francesco sweetly.
"Well, we shall see," was Valentina's answer.

"I like your counsel, Messer Francesco, and yet I see a certain wisdom in Gonzaga's words.
Though in such a case as this I would sooner consort with folly than have a man's death upon my conscience.

But here he comes, and, at least, we'll give him trial.

Maybe he is penitent by now." Gonzaga sneered, and took his place on the right of Valentina's chair, Francesco standing on her left; and in this fashion they disposed themselves to hold judgment upon the captain of her forces.
He was brought in between two mailed men-at-arms, his hands pinioned behind him, his tread heavy as that of a man in fear, his eyes directed sullenly upon the waiting trio, but sullenest of all upon Francesco, who had so signally encompassed his discomfiture.

Valentina spread a hand to Gonzaga, and from Gonzaga waved it slightly in the direction of the Bully.