for a conflict. “Weare only wayfarers, brothers,” exclaimed Valens; “we would pass undisturbed.” “You can travel without those horses,” replied the bandits.
At once a rush was made towards them. The way in front was blocked. A hundred fierce savages seized both bridles and riders. The latter were speedily dismounted, and Valens recognized. “Oh, ho, it is you, impudence!” exclaimed a burly robber. “But yesterday you rode over us, and glad may you be if your neck be not cracked as a recompense.” Valens was speedily overpowered and bound to a wagon. The others clearly bore the outward marks of consanguinity, at least in tendency and occupation, with the brigands, and at once seeing their plight joined the party. Pietro kept quiet and was almost overlooked. He was, however, lightly bound to a fellow prisoner, a man of grave demeanor, who gave sign of grief only by extreme pallor. All his armor was stripped roughly from the doughty Thuringian, and some severe bruises from rough cudgels set in place of it. Valens’ packet of instructions, still unopened, was discovered, and being purposely expressed in Latin was unintelligible to the ruffians present. “I can explain that to you,” exclaimed Pietro, “if you so desire. But you must allow me to examine it.” It was as follows:
