But my concern was little with the effect my words might produce upon his followers.
"By to-morrow you will know whether I have lied or not.

Nay, before then shall you know it, for by midnight Cesare Borgia should be at Cesena.
Vitellozzo Vitelli's letter is in his hands by now." At that Ramiro burst into a laugh.

So convinced was he of the impossibility of my having got the letter to the Duke, even if what I had said of its abstraction were true, that he gathered assurance from what seemed to him so monstrous an exaggeration.
"By your own words are you confounded," said he.

"Out of your own mouth have you proven your lies.

Assuming that all you say were true, how could you, who since last night have been a prisoner, have got a messenger to bear anything from you to Cesare Borgia ?" I looked at him with a contemptuous amusement that daunted him.
"Where is Mariani ?" I asked quietly.