Gisco shrugged his shoulders as he saw them growing pale.

He thought that his courage would be useless against these exasperated brute beasts.

It would be better to revenge himself upon them by some artifice later; accordingly, he signed to his soldiers and slowly withdrew.

Then, turning in the gateway towards the Mercenaries, he cried to them that they would repent of it.
The feast recommenced.

But Gisco might return, and by surrounding the suburb, which was beside the last ramparts, might crush them against the walls.