"He cannot do anything, Giannotto," he said. "He cannot rouse the Estes--against me! No; when Della Scala ruled nine cities, and his revenue was equaled only by the kings of France--I stripped him, I routed him. And now!" he smiled and his eyes widened, "he is a beggar. Perhaps it is not so ill that he lives to know it. It is a better revenge than any I could have devised, Delia Scala a beggar, a hanger-on at his kinsman's court, deafening his ears with unwelcome prayers, sinking into contempt before the people who once owned him lord!" Giannotto was silent. He could not imagine Mastino della Scala a beggar at any prince's court. But Visconti, blinded and absorbed by hatred, continued unheedingly: "Carrara also, the Duke of Padua, is too necessary to the Estes. They cannot stand without him. Will he, thinkest thou, ever be won over to side with Mastino? No, Giannotto, I do not fear him. Let Della Scala live robbed of all,--and with Count Conrad as an ally!" "Shall we then dismiss him, my lord?" ventured Giannotto smoothly; "he who is not worth fearing is not worth considering." He seated himself at the low table as he spoke, his watchful eyes on Visconti, and drew some papers from the flat bag at his side. The Duke returned no answer. In truth he heard not what was said, but leaned back in his chair and fell to thinking. The secretary, looking at his brooding face, shuddered a little at what his master's thoughts might be. He wondered also as to that green bracelet that Visconti had concealed. The silence grew oppressive, and Giannotto moved uneasily. He loved not to sit alone with Visconti when he fell into these musings. The Duke roused himself. "Ah," he said, breaking suddenly into a passion of declaim. "A God can do no more than say, 'I have succeeded--in all I have undertaken, I have succeeded!' And I can say as much. I have succeeded. I looked on life and took from it what I wanted, the fairest and the finest things that offered; and the price--others paid it. Truly, I have succeeded!" Giannotto shrank back at Visconti's outburst, and made no answer. But the Duke had forgotten him. He was but uttering his thoughts aloud. "Five years ago," he said exultingly, "I rode outside the gates of Verona and challenged Della Scala to single combat. He sent his lackey out with a refusal, and in my heart I said: 'I will bring that man so low that life shall hold nothing so sweet to him as the thought of meeting me in single fight!' I have succeeded! Isotta d'Este looked past me and laughed, and I said, 'She shall live to feel her life within my hand.' In that also I have succeeded! "And three years ago, only three years ago, I stood within this very room, four lives between me and the throne of Milan--four lives, all crafty--and two young. But I--I the youngest, took my fate and theirs into my hand. I said: 'It is for me to reign in Milan--I am the Duke.' In that I have succeeded!"