"It was on the matter of this very peril that threatens you that they came to me." "Ah!" Gian Maria's white face grew interested.
And now the Count of Aquila talked to the Duke of Babbiano much as Fabrizio da Lodi had talked to the Count that night at Sant' Angelo.

He spoke of the danger that threatened from the Borgia, of the utter lack of preparation, and of Gian Maria's contempt of the counsels given him.
He alluded to the discontent rife among his subjects at this state of things, and to the urgent need to set them right.

When he had done, the Duke sat silent a while, his eyes bent thoughtfully upon his platter, on which the food lay now unheeded.
"An easy thing, is it not, Francesco, to say to a man: this is wrong, and that is wrong.

But who is there, pray, to set it right for me ?" "That, if you will say but the word, I will attempt to do." "You ?" cried the Duke, and far from manifesting satisfaction at having one offer himself to undertake to right this very crooked business, Gian Maria's face reflected an incredulous anger and some little scorn.

"And how, my marvellous cousin, would you set about it ?" he inquired, a sneer lurking in his tone.
"I would place such matters as the levying of money by taxation in the hands of Messer Despuglio, and at whatever sacrifice to your own extravagance, I would see that for months to come the bulk of these moneys is applied to the levying and arming of suitable men.