ueror. From Brescia, one leap took him
in fancy to London. He composed mentally a letter to be forwarded
immediately to a London manager, directing him to cause the appearance of
articles in the journals on the grand new prima donna, whose singing had
awakened the people of Italy.

Another day brought them in view of the Lago di Garda. The flag of
Sardinia hung from the walls of Peschiera. And now Vittoria saw the
Pastrengo hills--dear hills, that drove her wretched languor out of her,
and made her soul and body one again. The horses were going at a gallop.
Shots were heard. To the left of them, somewhat in the rear, on higher
ground, there was an encounter of a body of Austrians and Italians:
Tyrolese riflemen and the volunteers. Pericles was raving. He refused to
draw the reins till they had reached the village, where one of the horses
dropped. From the windows of the inn, fronting a clear space, Vittoria
beheld a guard of Austrians surrounding two or more prisoners. A woman
sat near them with her head buried in her lap. Presently an officer left
the door of the inn and spoke to the soldiers. "That is Count Karl von
Lenkenstein," Wilfrid said in a whisper. Pericles had been speaking with
Count Karl and came up to the room, saying, "We are to observe something;
but we are safe; it is only fortune of war." Wilfrid immediately went out
to report himself. He was seen giving his papers, after which Count Karl
waved his finger back to the inn, and he returned. Vittoria sprang to her
feet at the words he uttered. Rinaldo Guidascarpi was one of the
prisoners. The others Wilfrid professed not to know. The woman was the
wife of Barto Rizzo.

In the great red of sunset the Tyrolese riflemen and a body of Italians
in Austrian fatigue uniform marched into the village. These formed in the
space before the inn. It seemed as if Count Karl were declaiming an
indictment. A voice answered, "I am the man." It was clear and straight
as a voice that goes up in the night. Then a procession walked some paces
on. The woman followed. She fell prostrate at the feet of Count Karl. He
listened to her and nodded. Rinaldo Guidascarpi stood alone with bandaged
eyes. The woman advanced to him; she put her mouth on his ear; there she
hung.

Vittoria heard a single shot. Rinaldo Guidascarpi lay stretched upon the
ground and the woman stood over him.

CHAPTER XXXIII

EPISODES OF THE REVOLT AND THE WAR

COUNT KARL LENKENSTEIN--THE STORY OF T