Guidobaldo had yet another niece, and he might cement with her the desired alliance with Babbiano.
Alone in the gardens of the Palace, Gonzaga paced after night had fallen, and with his eyes to the stars that began to fleck the violet sky, he smiled a smile of cunning gratification.

He bethought him how well advised had been his suggestion that they should take a priest to Roccaleone.

Unless his prophetic sense led him deeply into error, they would find work for that priest before the castle was surrendered..