So much accomplished for him, he was now in a position to do the rest without the aid of French troops if necessary.

The Jubilee--protracted for a further year, so vast and continuous was the concourse of the faithful, 200,000 of whom knelt in the square before St.Peter's on Easter Day to receive the Pope's blessing--was pouring vast sums of money into the pontifical coffers, and for money men were to be had in plenty by a young condottiero whose fame had been spreading ever since his return from the Romagna.

He was now the hope of the soldiers of fortune who abounded in Italy, attracted thither from all quarters by the continual opportunities for employment which that tumultuous land afforded.
It is in speaking of him at about this time, and again praising his personal beauty and fine appearance, that Capello says of him that, if he lives, he will be one of Italy's greatest captains.
Such glimpses as in the pages of contemporary records we are allowed of Cesare during that crowded time of the Papal Jubilee are slight and fleeting.

On April 13 we see him on horseback accompanying the Pope through Rome in the cavalcade that visited the four Basilicas to win the indulgence offered, and, as usual, he is attended by his hundred armed grooms in black.
On another occasion we behold him very differently engaged--giving an exhibition of his superb physical gifts, his strength, his courage, and his matchless address.

On June 24, at a bull-fight held in Rome--Spanish tauromachia having been introduced from Naples, where it flourished under the Aragon dominion--he went down into the arena, and on horseback, armed only with a light lance, he killed five wild bulls.
But the master-stroke he reserved for the end.