"This is no matter of a confiscation effected
by Duke Pier Luigi," he said. "The confiscation and my own investiture in
the confiscated fiefs are a consequence of Agostino d'Anguissola's
recreancy--at least, it is in such terms that my investiture is expressly
announced in the papal bull that has been granted me and in the brief which
lies before your excellency. Nor was such express announcement necessary,
for since I was next heir after Ser Agostino to the Tyranny of Mondolfo, it
follows that upon his being outlawed and his life forfeit I enter upon my
succession."
Here, thought I, were we finally checkmated. But Galeotto showed no sign
of defeat.
"Where is this bull you speak of?" he demanded, as though he were the judge
himself.
Cosimo haughtily looked past him at Gonzaga. "Does your excellency ask to
see it?"
"Assuredly," said Gonzaga shortly. "I may not take your word for its
existence."
Cosimo plucked a parchment from the breast of his brown satin doublet,
unfolded it, and advanced to lay it before Gonzaga, so that he stood near
Galeotto--not more than an arm's length between them.
The Governor conned it; then passed it to Galeotto. "It seems in order,"
he said.
Nevertheless, Galeotto studied it awhile; and then, still holding it, he
looked at Cosimo, and the scarred face that hitherto had been so sombre now
wore a smile.
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