'Can you doubt what will follow? Do you think that all that we have lost to-night is Bellarion, with perhaps his Swiss? The men at Mortara are mostly of his own company, the Company of the Dog. A well-named company, as God lives! And those who are not serve under captains who are loyal to him and who, knowing nothing of his discovered treachery here, will be beguiled by that seducer. In strength he will be our superior, with close upon four thousand men.' She looked up at him in alarm. 'You are suggesting that we shall have him coming against us!' 'What else? Do we not know enough already of his aims? By all the Saints! Things could not have fallen out better to give him the pretext that he needed.' He was raging again. 'Had this sly devil contrived these circumstances himself, he could not have improved them. By these he can justify himself at need to the Duke. Oh, he's turned the tables on us. Now you see why I meant to give him no chance.' She kept her mind to the essence of the matter. 'Then if he comes against us, we are lost. We shall be caught between his army and my uncle's.' His overweening vanity would not permit him to admit, or even to think, so much. He laughed, confident and disdainful. 'Have you so little faith in me, Valeria? I am no apprentice in this art of war. And with the thought of you to spur me on, do you think that I will suffer defeat? I'll not lay down my arms while I have life to serve you. I will take measures to-morrow. And I will send letters to the Duke, informing him of Bellarion's defection and begging reenforcements. Can you doubt that they will come? Is Filippo Maria the man to let one of his captains mutiny and go unpunished?' He laughed again full of a confidence by which she was infected. And he looked so strong and masterful, so handsome in the half-armour he still wore, a very god of war. She held out a hand to him. 'My friend, forgive my doubt. You shall be dishonoured by no more fears of mine.' He caught her hand. He drew her out of the chair, and towards him until she brought up against his broad mailed breast. 'That is the fine brave spirit that I love in you as I love all in you, Valeria. You are mine, Valeria! God made us for each other.' 'Not yet,' she said, smiling a little, her eyes downcast and veiled from his ardent glance. 'When then?' was his burning question. 'When Theodore has been whipped out of Montferrat.' His arms tightened about her until his armour hurt her. 'It is a pledge, Valeria?' 'A pledge?' she echoed on a questioning, exalted note. 'The man who does that may claim me when he wants me. I swear it.' CHAPTER XII CARMAGNOLA'S DUTY