ABSTRACT
https://s3-euw1-ap-pe-df-pch-content-public-u.s3.eu-west-1.amazonaws.com/9780429292354/3abb420d-80da-4aed-a9cf-ae5c42b997f9/content/ifig0001.tif"/>It was only a little battle, but as usual Muzio Attendolo was winning it. He had driven the enemy back from the north bank of the Pescara River where it flows into the Adriatic Sea and had forded the flooded river with most of his cavalry. But the water was high, the wind gusty and several squadrons hesitated on the south bank. The fifty-five-year-old condottiere beckoned for them to cross. When they still did not dare, he plunged his horse into the water and started back to lead them personally.
