I have been sketching her into my chapter tonight.

Here is a peasant girl caught up to his saddle-bow by a condottiere, Brunoro, during some village raid.

She fights like a soldier by his side.

He is imprisoned in Valencia by Alfonso of Naples, languishes in a dungeon for ten years.

And for ten years Bonna goes from court to court in Europe and from prince to prince, across seas and mountains, unwearying, unyielding, with the passion of heaven in her heart and the courage of hell in her soul, urging and soliciting her man's release.