"This is Italy," she cried.

"But the Emperor's Italy," answered Wogan; and at half-past nine that
morning the carriage stopped in the public square of Trent. As Wogan
stepped onto the ground, he saw a cloud of dust at the opposite side of
the square, and wrapped in that cloud men on horseback like soldiers in
the smoke of battle; he heard, too, the sound of wheels. The Prince of
Baden had that instant driven away, and he had taken every procurable
horse in the town. Wogan's own horses could go no further. He came back
to the door of the carriage.

"I must search through Trent," said he, "on the mere chance of finding
what will serve us. Your Highness must wait in the inn;" and Clementina,
muffling her face, said to him,-"I dare not. My face is known in Trent, though this is the first time
ever I saw it. But many gentlemen from Trent came to the Innspruck
carnival, and of these a good number were kind enough to offer me their
hearts. They were allowed to besiege me to their content. I must needs
remain in the shelter of the carriage."

Wogan left Misset to stand sentinel, and hurried off upon his business.
He ran from stable to stable, from inn to inn. The Prince of Baden had
hired thirty-six horses; six more were nowhere to be found. Wogan would
be content with four; he ended in a prayer for two. At each house the
door was shut in his face. Wogan was in despair; nowhere could delay be
so dangerous as at Trent, where there were soldiers, and a Governor who
would not hesitate to act without orders if he suspected the Princess
Clementina was escaping through his town. Two hours had passed in
Wogan's vain search,--two hours of daylight, during which Clementina had
sat in an unharnessed carriage in the market square. Wogan ran back to
the square, half expecting to find that she had been recognised and
arrested. As he reached the square, he saw that curious people were
loitering about the carriage; as he pushed through them, he heard them
questioning why travellers should on so hot a morning of spring sit
muffled up in a close, dark carriage when they could take their ease
beneath trees in the inn-garden. One man laughed out at the Princess and
the comical figure she made with her scarlet cloak drawn tight about her
face. Wogan himself had bought that cloak in Strasbourg to guard his
Princess from the cold of the Brenner, and guessed what discomfort its
ermine lining must now be costing her. And this lout dared to laugh and
make her, this incomparable woman, a butt for his ridicule! Wogan took a
step towards the fellow with his fists clenched, but thought the better
of his impulse, and turning away ran to the palace of Prince Taxis.