«He's the old man of the village. Is it possible that we can't trust anyone anymore? Call Tosco. Bring him here immediately!»
He was in the kitchen, so he didn't have long to wait.
In a hurry to obey, he presented himself with a greasy face from picking a bone clean, and wiped his chin on his sleeve, further deforming the crooked side of his mouth. He bowed.
«I am at your service, Lord.»
He had heard everything from the kitchen, and foresaw the orders of the Master.
«Close the scoundrel in the cell below. Tomorrow I'll tell you what to do with him.»
Gostolo was leaving as he was regaining consciousness and looked confusingly at his surroundings. The pain in his head was agonizing.
Tosco picked him up under one arm, and Alvisio the other. The guilty party remembered what he had done,
