Those grim gaunt frescoes of Mantegna looked down on her as she lay stretched upon her bier, solemn and calm, and, but for pallor, beautiful as though in life.

No wonder that the folk forgot her first husband's murder, her less than comely marriage to the second.

It was enough for them that this flower of surpassing loveliness had been cropped by villains in its bloom.
Gathering in knots around the torches placed beside the corpse, they vowed vengeance against the Orsini; for suspicion, not unnaturally, fell on Prince Lodovico.
The Prince was arrested and interrogated before the court of Padua.

He entered their hall attended by forty armed men, responded haughtily to their questions and demanded free passage for his courier to Virginio Orsini, then at Florence.

To this demand the court acceded; but the precaution of waylaying the courier and searching his person was very wisely taken.