"Who are you who have talked thus far?" he asked, peering at them out of eyes which were clouded by a slight film.
"I am called Matteo of Antioch, a jongleur."
The Doge leaned forward and studied his face.
"And you?"
He turned to Hugh.
"Hugh de Chesby, lord of Chesby in England."
"Chesby? That is a name passing well-known in Outremer."
"Sir James de Chesby is my father," answered Hugh steadily.
The Doge's dim old eyes examined his features at close range.
"Both honest faces," was the verdict. "I give frequent thanks to Our Lord Jesus Christ that my sight still serves me on occasion. Well, and what say you, Messer Matteo? These Saracens asked the man Mocenigo of the Crusade?"