At last it was the Duke of Urbino's attendants who found Lucresia, although at that time they thought they had seen a spirit—when Luclecia escaped from the bridge, she was thinly dressed, and then galloped all the way, fell, and was beaten and torn by the Venetians, and could not find anywhere if she was not clothed—and before they could find her, she took off the Venetian's clothes and put them on her body, and then piled two horses and the corpse of a man against the rock wall. Form a nest that can be shielded from wind and snow.

She also endured nausea, and drank the blood of the Venetian's horse, which had not yet broken its breath, and she drank as much as she could, because she did not know when she would be rescued, and the only consolation was that the rest of the Venetians did not have the courage of the leader, and the wind and snow were getting heavier and heavier, and they cried out here, but there was no response, and there were wounded and unfortunate dead companions around them, so they had to retreat first.

And the Duke of Urbino, who happened to be the kind of coward who was ridiculed by Cardinal Picromini, was disturbed when he found out that his wife had suddenly disappeared, and after torturing several maids in a row, a handmaid who had overheard a word stammered his guess - at this moment, the Duke of Urbino was frightened, and he immediately sent his knights and soldiers to the Apennines to find Borgia and his party, and on the way they met the messengers of Ferrara - they found the dead horse and mule, The Wesneys were purely for revenge this time, and Lucrecia's dowry was not much to lose, and they searched the past along the same road that the "Silver Feet" had galloped on, and when they saw the snow-covered road, their hearts were as cold as the rocks around them.

The soldiers dug for a long time, and found only the body of the Venetian, and they continued on, seeing the broken stone bridge, and by the time they were guided by the nearby mountain people, along the unknown trail, to where Lucrecia was, Lucres had already destroyed the hiding place like a devil's lair - she threw the Venetian and his clothes off the cliff, wiped her face and hair with snow, and when they found her, she stood barefoot in the snow, with her long hair coiled around her body.

"Everything will be fine." When the Duke of Urbino's chamberlain saw the scars on the girl's face, he felt pity for her, even though he knew that she was a Borgia, and he unfastened his cloak and put it over her, and put her on the bridge, and they stayed in Urbino for several days—on the one hand, the Duke of Urbino tried to make up for the mistakes of his wife, who had fled to Venice, and on the other hand, because Lucrecia's wounds were too great and too severe, and the doctors said that even if her hands were healed, she could no longer embroider or play the harp, The Duke of Urbino had made a pair of cashmere gloves for her, covered with precious stones and gold threads, but so what, in addition to not being able to move freely, the hand would be covered in scars and extremely unsightly.

The Borgias persuaded Lucrea to go to Romagna for the time being, where her safety could be assured in her brother's domain, and then wait for news from the Pope in Forlì or Imola - but Luclayia insisted on continuing her journey to Ferrara, and she did not stay in Imola or Forlì for a single day, and went straight ahead. Sure enough, a few days later she received a letter from the Holy Father, in which she said that her marriage to the eldest son of the Duke of Ferrara would continue, and that both the Pope and the Duke of Ferrara would compensate her for the shock and injury she had suffered.

Caesar also sent her a letter shortly after, and his furious mood was evident in the messy handwriting and impatient creases of the letter, in which he wrote...... May the devil curse the Neapolitans, for it is they who cannot keep me from getting out, and I should have escorted you, and I can guarantee that you are safe...... Sometimes I almost hate myself because I can't give you all of me...... My body, my soul, they are not mine, and I can't give them to you...... I scorched my fingers while people were sleeping, hoping that I could feel the same pain as you...... And I swear to you now (yes, in my heart you are more worthy of worship than the Virgin) that I will find everyone who dares to hurt you...... I will drain their blood and break their bones, and everyone they love and care about will suffer, I swear...... Wait for me! Dear Lucres, wait for me, and I will soon be with you!

But neither Caesar nor Pope Alexander VI's letter mentions the Duke of Urbino and his wife.

Lucres arrived in Ferrara on the last day of January, and the Duke of Ferrara prepared a very grand welcome for her, and because the Duchess of Ferrara had long since died, Luracia was greeted by Isabella, the daughter of the Duke of Ferrara. Esther, the Marquise of Mantua, it should be mentioned here that the sister of the Marquise of Mantua is the same Madame Urbino, and it is conceivable that this Marquise of Mantua will give Lucrecia a kind of "good" face and "good" hospitality.

According to the ritual, Luracia rode on a tall Arabian horse, entered through the city gates, crossed half of Ferrara, and reached the square in front of the palace—all the way to the crowd cheering her, led by musicians in front of her, surrounded by clowns to amuse, and eight scholars holding a snow-white velvet canopy for her.

The wives of the courtiers of the Duke of Ferrara, and the women of the family, headed by the Marquise de Mantua, stood in front of the palace to greet Lucrea, and as soon as she saw her, tears flowed from her eyes, and although she had to hug her according to etiquette, her cheeks and hands were stiff like a dead man.

And those women of Ferrara were also very surprised when they really saw Lucrea - they thought that they would see a Borgia who dressed herself like a princess, but although Luracia was wearing a velvet jacket decorated with gold and silver thread today, it was an inky blue that was extremely close to black, and her shirt and skirt were also snow-white silk, without lace embellishments, except for the diamond necklace given by the Duke of Ferrara around her neck, there were almost no other ornaments, if you must say, There is nothing wrong with wearing it on the body of a widow.

Even so, her brilliance eclipses all women, not only from her makeup and face, but also from her strong heart and delicate emotions.

Before her future husband, another Alfonso, came to visit, Lucres whispered to a richly dressed lady, "Excuse me," she said in a soft voice, "Is there anything wrong with the necklace around my neck?" ”

The lady hesitated for a moment and said, "That's the Duchess of Ferrara." ”

The Duchess of Ferrara, of course the mother of the Marquise de Mantua, as a daughter, must have felt sad to see her mother's relics hanging on a strange and vaguely hostile woman—Lucrecia immediately took off her necklace, put it in a box, and instructed her maid to send it to the Marquise de Mantua.

"But that's a gift from the Duke of Ferrara." The maid said.

"It doesn't matter," said Lucresia, "that every mother would want her daughter to inherit everything she has." ”

In Ferrara, news about Borgia spreads quickly, and when the newlyweds need to have sex that night, the eldest son of the Duke of Ferrara thanks Lucrecia.

Alfonso, the eldest son of the Duke of Ferrara, was not as ridiculous as rumored on the surface, and he was even a little silent, and although there were witnesses sitting in the room, he put down the curtain and sat down beside Lucrecia in his kimono, and was silent for a long time before he said: "I heard that you were seriously injured in Urbino?" ”

"Yes, I met some bandits." Lucrecia said calmly.

The duke's eldest son let out a sneer: "You don't have to hide for them, a wife who is too bold, and a husband who is too timid...... Hey," he lowered his head and thought for a moment, then suddenly said, "Can you show me your hands?" ”

"That's ugly, Your Highness."

"I'm a man and a warrior." The duke's eldest son insisted.

Lucrecia didn't say anything more, but took off the cashmere gloves that she hadn't taken off even after changing her bedclothes, and the soft cashmere pulled over the rough scar, leaving wisps of fluff behind. The duke's eldest son took the hand and looked at it by the faint light that came through the curtains.

"They say the Venetian didn't find you, but his horse is next to yours."

"I'm hiding," Lucrecia likewise whispered, "and if he finds me, he'll kill me." ”

"Because your brother took and killed his wife." Said the duke's eldest son.

"It's not for sure."

"Yes," the duke's eldest son smiled, "if he finds you and kills you, there will be no evidence or witnesses." The Duchess of Urbino fled only fearing that her husband would hand her over to Caesar. Borgia, but the Venetians have been reluctant to admit that their officers attempted to murder you...... Or do something even more excessive. ”

He paused for a moment, "That poor young man won't show up again, will he?" ”

"I don't know." Lucrecia said.

"You know what?" The eldest son of the Duke said: "Before you arrived, I was reminded by countless people not to be fooled by a Borgia, and that your first two husbands were no better example of this, and I, I am not worried. I like artillery more than women, and listening to it boom makes my blood boil, and women only bore me, but you don't seem to be what I think you are. ”

"What do you think I'm going to be?"

"A boring, vulgar, effeminate but vicious Borgia."

"You're right, Your Highness."

"You're almost going to make me laugh out loud."

"Laugh, Your Highness, tomorrow they will send to the Holy Father that you have found the greatest pleasure in me."

So the duke's eldest son really laughed, and without taking off his bedclothes, he slept directly beside Lucrecia: "Sleep, my bride, I promise, they will also say, we have had sex together twelve times or more." ”