'It matters not. Warn that Monna Sidonia with whom you live.'
'Then, blacksmith, you suppose us witches?'
'I suppose nothing. Messer Leonardo hath taught me there is no witchcraft; nor can be none, by the law of nature. Messer Leonardo knows everything and believes in nothing.'
'Believes in nothing? Not in the devil? Not in God?'
'Jest not! Messer Leonardo is a saint.'
'And your flying-machine?' she said contemptuously; 'is it ready?'
The smith waved his hand despairingly.
'Ready? We are going to make it all over again!'
'Astro! Astro! You credit this nonsense? These machines are dust cast into the eyes. I wager Messer Leonardo has flown many a time ere now.'
'Flown? How?'