Sir Geoffrey Carleon, your requests are granted; be pleased to write it to the most puissant Edward, whom you serve, and for this time fare you well.
Why, what is it, Captain Ambrosio ?" he added irritably, addressing a raw-boned, lantern-jawed giant of a man clad in the splendid uniform of the Guard who stepped before his throne and saluted.
"Most Illustrious," said Ambrosio, in bad, guttural Italian, "my mother was a Swiss." "Then congratulations to the Swiss, Ambrosio, but what of it ?" "Very Illustrious," replied the captain in his hollow voice, "the Swiss are brave and do not swallow insults.

That lad whom the Englishman kicked, or smote, or tossed like a bull," and he pointed to the poor page, who, still senseless, was being carried from the hall, "is my youngest brother, who resembles our Venetian father somewhat more than I do." "We see it, we see it.

Indeed are you sure that the father was----" and the Doge checked himself.

"The point, captain; we would dine." "Illustrious, I would avenge my brother and myself on the Englishman, whom I will beat to a jelly," said the giant.

"I crave leave to fight him to-morrow when the lord Cattrina fights his master," and advancing toward Grey Dick he made as though he would pull his nose.
"What is it he wants ?" asked Grey Dick, staring up at the great fellow with a look in his eyes that caused Ambrosio to cease flourishing his fists.
The challenge was translated to him, and its reason.