I'll swear he got that wound the night before at Sant' Angelo.

What was his name, fool?
Tell me that, and you shall go free." For just a second the hunchback seemed to hesitate.

He stood in awesome fear of Gian Maria, of whose cruelties some ghastly tales were told.

But in greater fear he stood of the eternal damnation he might earn did he break the oath he had plighted not to divulge that knight's identity.
"Alas!" he sighed, "I would it might be mine to earn my freedom at so light a price; yet it is one that ignorance will not let me pay.

I do not know his name." The Duke looked at him searchingly and suspiciously.
Dull though he was by nature, eagerness seemed now to have set a cunning edge upon his wits, and suspicion had led him to observe the fool's momentary hesitation.
"Of what appearance was he?
Describe him to me.