I did his bidding, and, without a word, he raised his arms that I might fit it to his breast.
Yet in the instant that I turned me to pick up the back-piece, a crash resounded through the chamber.

He had hurled the breastplate to the ground in a fresh access of terror-rage.

He strode towards me, his eyes glittering like a madman's.
"Go you!" he cried, and with outstretched arms he pointed wildly across the courtyard.

"You are very ready with your counsels.

Let me behold your deeds, Do you put on the armour and go out to fight those animals." He raved, he ranted, he scarce knew what he said or did, and yet the words he uttered sank deep into my heart, and a sudden, wild ambition swelled my bosom.
"Lord of Pesaro," I cried, in a voice so compelling that it sobered him, "if I do this thing what shall be my reward ?" He stared at me stupidly for a moment.