rmy and the town ran a little river, whose banks
he had to follow far some distance. At last he found a bridge opposite a
suburb of the town, and here Caesar ordered his cavalry to stop: it was
drawn up in two lines, one between the road and the river, the other on
the side of the country, leaving the whole width of the road to the
infantry: which latter defiled, crossed the bridge, and entering the
town, drew themselves up in battle array in the great square.

On their side, Vitellazzo, Gravina, Orsino, and Oliverotto, to make room
for the duke's army, had quartered their soldiers in little towns or
villages in the neighbourhood of Sinigaglia; Oliverotto alone had kept
nearly 1000 infantry and 150 horse, who were in barracks in the suburb
through which the duke entered.

Caesar had made only a few steps towards the town when he perceived
Vitellozzo at the gate, with the Duke of Gravina and Orsina, who all came
out to meet him; the last two quite gay and confident, but the first so
gloomy and dejected that you would have thought he foresaw the fate that
was in store for him; and doubtless he had not been without same
presentiments; for when he left his army to came to Sinigaglia, he had
bidden them farewell as though never to meet again, had commended the
care of his family to the captains, and embraced his children with
tears--a weakness which appeared strange to all who knew him as a brave
condottiere.

The duke marched up to them holding out his hand, as a sign that all was
over and forgotten, and did it with an air at once so loyal and so
smiling that Gravina and Orsina could no longer doubt the genuine return
of his friendship, and it was only Vitellozza still appeared sad. At the
same moment, exactly as they had been commanded, the duke's accomplices
took their pasts on the right and left of those they were to watch, who
were all there except Oliverotto, whom the duke could not see, and began
to seek with uneasy looks; but as he crossed the suburb he perceived him
exercising his troops on the square. Caesar at once despatched
Michelotto and d'Enna, with a message that it was a rash thing to have
his troops out, when they might easily start some quarrel with the duke's
men and bring about an affray: it would be much better to settle them in
barracks and then come to join his companions, who were with Caesar.
Oliverotto, drawn by the same fate as his friends, made no abjection,
ordered his soldiers indoors, and