«What do you expect me to have heard? We are praying at that hour...»
«At which hour?»
Domino Santi began to falter and, stumbling over his words, lied, «At...at...at the hour of vespers!»
Even though he was a priest, he was superstitious and, like the peasants, had a mad fear of the white eyes of the demon. Unable to sustain the candid, clear and inquiring gaze of Bonzio, he lowered his head.
The vassal didn't believe him.
What did this man know? Was he aware of who was responsible and was now withholding?
The priest, shuddering, accidentally gave an instinctive and rapid glance at Bonzio's sword.
«You would tell me, in the case…?»
Rather than a request, it seemed more like a threat.
«I know nothing, nothing!» remonstrated Domino Santi before quickly returning to the courtyard of
