"And above them?"
"Above them I see the roofs of the houses, which crown the ramparts."
"And higher still?"
"The tops of the pines, the domes of the Churches and the Belltowers."
"And higher still?"
"I see a Tower overtopping all the rest, and crowned with battlements. It is the Tower of the Podestà."
"Monk, what see you above the battlements of that Tower?"
"I see nothing, brother, above the battlements save the sky."
"But I," cried the quarryman, "I see upon that Tower a hideous giant brandishing a club, and on the club is inscribed: OPPRESSION. Yea! Oppression is lifted up above the citizens' heads on the Great Tower of the Magistrates and the City's Laws."