““They shall never believe that a young lord of Siena would march directly into their camp." "And if they do?" He gave me another small smile. "Then my beloved lady shall have to come and rescue me." "Us," Luca corrected him, slurring his words now. "Have to rescue us." He adjusted Luca across his shoulders. "Stay with me, Luca," he said sternly. "Can't get much closer m'lord," Luca mumbled.””
