No uncontested version of the tragedy of Count Ammiani’s death passed current in Milan during many years.  With time it became disconnected from passion, and took form in a plain narrative.  He and Angelo were captured by Major Nagen, and were, as the soldiers of the force subsequently let it be known, roughly threatened with what he termed I ‘Brescian short credit.’  The appearance of Major Weisspriess and his claim to the command created a violent discussion between the two officers.  For Nagen, by all military rules, could well contest it.  But Weisspriess had any body of the men of the army under his charm, and seeing the ascendency he gained with them over an unpopular officer, he dared the stroke for the charitable object he had in view.  Having established his command, in spite of Nagen’s wrathful protests and menaces, he spoke to the prisoners, telling Carlo that for his wife’s sake he should be spared, and Angelo that he must expect the fate of a murderer.  His address to them was deliberate, and quite courteous:  he expressed himself sorry that a gallant gentleman like Angelo Guidascarpi should merit a bloody grave, but so it was.  At the same time he entreated Count Ammiani to rely on his determination to save him.  Major Nagen did not stand far removed from them.  Carlo turned to him and repeated the words of Weisspriess; nor could Angelo restrain his cousin’s vehement renunciation of hope and life in doing this.  He accused Weisspriess of a long evasion of a brave man’s obligation to repair an injury, charged him with cowardice, and requested Major Nagen, as a man of honour, to drag his brother officer to the duel.  Nagen then said that Major Weisspriess was his superior, adding that his gallant brother officer had only of late objected to vindicate his reputation with his sword.  Stung finally beyond the control of an irritable temper, Weisspriess walked out of sight of the soldiery with Carlo, to whom, at a special formal request from Weisspriess, Nagen handed his sword.  Again he begged Count Ammiani to abstain from fighting; yea, to strike him and disable him, and fly, rather—­than provoke the skill of his right hand.  Carlo demanded his cousin’s freedom.  It was denied to him, and Carlo claimed his privilege.  The witnesses of the duel were Jenna and another young subaltern:  both declared it fair according to the laws of honour, when their stupefaction on beholding the proud swordsman of the army stretched lifeless on the brown leaves of the past year left them with power to speak.  Thus did Carlo slay his old enemy who would have served as his friend.  A shout of rescue was heard before Carlo had yielded up his weapon.  Four haggard and desperate men, headed by Barto Rizzo, burst from an ambush on the guard encircling Angelo.  There, with one thought of saving his doomed cousin and comrade, Carlo rushed, and not one Italian survived the fight.

An unarmed spectator upon the meadow-borders, Beppo, had but obscure glimpses of scenes shifting like a sky in advance of hurricane winds.