“The enemy’s roof!” thought Odo.  He reached for Fulvia’s hand and found it in the darkness.  The rain was driving against them now and he drew her close and wrapped his cloak about her.  She lay still, without a tremor, as though in that shelter no fears could reach her.  The night roared about them and the waters seemed to divide beneath their keel.  Through the tumult Odo shouted to the boatmen to try to make some harbour north of Peschiera.  They shouted back that they must go where the wind willed and bless the saints if they made any harbour at all; and Odo saw that Peschiera was their destiny.

It was past midnight when they set foot on shore.  The rain still fell in torrents and they could hardly grope their way up the steps of the landing-stage.  Odo’s first concern was to avoid the inn; but the boatmen, exhausted by their efforts and impatient to be under shelter, could not be bribed to seek out at that hour another lodging for the travellers.  Odo dared not expose Fulvia longer to the storm, and reluctantly they turned toward the inn, trusting that at that hour their coming would attract little notice.

A travelling-carriage stood in the courtyard, and somewhat to Odo’s surprise the landlord was still afoot.  He led them into the public parlour, which was alight, with a good fire on the hearth.  A gentleman in travelling-dress sat near this fire, his back to the door, reading by a shaded candle.  He rose as the travellers entered, and Odo recognised the abate de Crucis.

The latter advanced with a smile in which pleasure was more visible than surprise.  He bowed slightly to Fulvia, who had shrunk back into the shadow of the doorway; then he turned to Odo and said:  “Cavaliere, I have travelled six days to overtake you.  The Duke of Pianura is dying and has named you regent.”

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Odo heard a slight movement behind him.  He turned and saw that Fulvia had vanished.  He understood her wish for concealment, but its futility was written in the glance with which de Crucis followed her flight.

The abate continued to speak in urgent tones.  “I implore you,” he said, “to lose no time in accompanying me to Pianura.  The situation there is critical and before now his Highness’s death may have placed the reins in your hands.”  He glanced at his watch.  “If your excellency is not too tired to set out at once, my horses can be harnessed within the half hour.”

Odo’s heart sank.  To have let his thoughts dwell on such a possibility seemed to have done little to prepare him for its realisation.  He hardly understood what de Crucis was saying:  he knew only that an hour before he had fancied himself master of his fate and that now he was again in bonds.  His first clear thought was that nothing should part him from Fulvia.

De Crucis seemed to read the thought.

“Cavaliere,” he said, “at a moment when time is so valuable you will pardon my directness.  You are accompanying to Switzerland a lady who has placed herself in your charge—­”