He saw how easy the thing might be.

Perhaps he recalled that he had heard that I was skilled in arms--having spent my youth in the exercise of them, against the time when I might fling the challenge that had brought me to my Fool's estate.

Maybe he recalled how I had borne myself against long odds on that adventure with Madonna Paola, years ago.

Just such a vanity as had spurred him to have me write him verses that he might pretend were of his own making, moved him now to grasp at my proposal.

They would all think that Giovanni's armour contained Giovanni himself.