Cesare stiffens imperceptibly. Your death was not long after my birth... "I did not-" he starts, then abruptly shuts up.
You didn't?
No, and you know it.
Forcing himself to smile, a wolf eating chalk and washing it down with wine, he nods sagely. "Too kind, capitano. To study war, one must be able to think in the abstract, yes. Especially in times of shifting alliances." He toasts the other, winking. "Just reassure me you never rode against Ferrara."