CHAPTER XII

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CHAPTER XIIThe High Council of the Commanders of the Order of the Knights of St. John met in a formal style, as they had done when they had debated St. Elmo’s fate, in the same hall, that was rich and high and of noble size, and furnished in the latest Italian style, so that a synod of cardinals would not have called it a mean place in which to debate the mysteries of the Faith, or the chastising of rebel lands. But the Grand Master, looking round, thought not of grandeur or pride, seeing the empty places of those who had been there but a month before. Where was Miranda now? De Broglio? D’Egueras? Medrano? Montserrat? Where a dozen more who had died on St. Elmo’s walls? Where Zanoguerra, who had commanded the water-front of the Sanglea, and died at the moment when he had flung backward t

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