But Cappoccio only looked up at Gonzaga, and grinned malevolently.

It had penetrated his dull wits that he had been the tool of a judas, who sought to sell the castle for a thousand florins.

Further than that Cappoccio did not see; nor was he very resentful, and his grin was rather of mockery than of anger.

He was troubled by no lofty notions of honour that should cause him to see in this deed of Gonzaga's anything more than such a trickster's act as it is always agreeable to foil.

And then, to the others, who knew naught of what was passing in Cappoccio's mind, he did a mighty strange thing.
From being the one to instigate them to treachery and mutiny, he was the one now to raise his voice in a stout argument of loyalty.