Chapter 13 No.13

It was Eastertide when Raniero rode into Florence.

He had scarcely come in through the city gate-riding backwards, with his hood drawn down over his face and the burning candle in his hand-when a beggar arose and shouted the customary "Pazzo, pazzo!"

At this cry a street gamin darted out of a doorway, and a loafer, who had had nothing else to