Now among the rest of those present was one Guglielmo da Medicina, who had been with Guidotto on that occasion, and knew well whose house it was that Guidotto had sacked; and seeing the owner there among the rest, he went up to him, and said:—­“Dost hear, Bernabuccio, what Giacomino says?” “Ay,” answered Bernabuccio, “and I gave the more heed thereto, for that I call to mind that during those disorders I lost a little daughter of just the age that Giacomino speaks of.” “’Tis verily she then,” said Guglielmo, “for once when I was with Guidotto I heard him describe what house it was that he had sacked, and I wist that ’twas thine.  Wherefore search thy memory if there be any sign by which thou thinkest to recognize her, and let her be examined that thou mayst be assured that she is thy daughter.”  So Bernabuccio pondered a while, and then recollected that she ought to have a scar, shewing like a tiny cross, above her left ear, being where he had excised a tumour a little while before that affair:  wherefore without delay he went up to Giacomino, who was still there, and besought him to let him go home with him and see the damsel.  Giacomino gladly did so, and no sooner was the girl brought into Bernabuccio’s presence, than, as he beheld her, ’twas as if he saw the face of her mother, who was still a beautiful woman.  However, he would not rest there, but besought Giacomino of his grace to permit him to lift a lock or two of hair above her left ear; whereto Giacomino consented.  So Bernabuccio approached her where she stood somewhat shamefast, and with his right hand lifted her locks, and, seeing the cross, wist that in very truth she was his daughter, and tenderly wept and embraced her, albeit she withstood him; and then, turning to Giacomino, he said:—­“My brother, the girl is my daughter; ’twas my house that Guidotto sacked, and so sudden was the assault that my wife, her mother, forgot her, and we have always hitherto supposed, that, my house being burned that same day, she perished in the flames.”  Catching his words, and seeing that he was advanced in years, the girl inclined to believe him, and impelled by some occult instinct, suffered his embraces, and melting, mingled her tears with his.  Bernabuccio forthwith sent for her mother and her sisters and other kinswomen and her brothers, and having shewn her to them all, and told the story, after they had done her great cheer and embraced her a thousand times, to Giacomino’s no small delight, he brought her home with him.  Which coming to the ears of the Governor of the city, the worthy man, knowing that Giannole, whom he had in ward, was Bernabuccio’s son and the girl’s brother, made up his mind to deal leniently with Giannole:  wherefore he took upon himself the part of mediator in the affair, and having made peace between Bernabuccio and Giacomino and Giannole and Minghino, gave Agnesa—­such was the damsel’s name—­to Minghino to wife, to the great delight of all Minghino’s kinsfolk, and set at liberty not only Giannole and Minghino but Crivello, and the others their confederates in the affair.  Whereupon Minghino with the blithest of hearts wedded Agnesa with all due pomp and circumstance, and brought her home, where for many a year thereafter he lived with her in peace and prosperity.