Meanwhile his voice came rasping through those slender timbers, as he mocked the Lord Cardinal he supposed me.
"You would not be warned, my lord, and yet I warned you enough.

You would plant horns upon my head.

Well, well! Do not complain if you are gored by them." Then he laughed hideously.

"This poor Astorre Fifanti is blind and a fool.

He is to be sent packing on a journey to the Duke, devised to suit my Lord Cardinal's convenience.