He promised her that my life, at least, should be secure, and that not only would he pardon me, but that he would have his own physician see to it that I was made sound again.

For the time, that was enough, he thought.

First let them bring me back to life.

When that was achieved, it would be early enough to consider what course this life should take thereafter.
And she, knowing him not and finding him so kind and gracious, trusted that he would perform that which he tricked her into believing that he promised.
For some ten days I lay abed, feverish at first and later very weak from the great loss of blood I had sustained.

But after the second day, when my fever had abated, I had some visitors, among whom was Madonna Paola, who bore me the news that her intercessions for me with the Lord of Pesaro were likely to bear fruit, and that I might look for my reinstatement.