"Is it for that he hates Visconti?" asked Della Scala.
"Nay, my lord, he hath other wrongs": and Ligozzi proceeded to relate the tale the little painter had poured into his ears that morning.
"'Not for naught did I conceal that passage!' he cried to me. My lord, truly it was not for naught, seeing we shall thereby slay Visconti!"
"This man, Agnolo, he is to be trusted?" said Mastino.
"If ever man was! He would see Milan in ashes, an Visconti were among them."
"And the girl?"
"I did not see the girl, but methinks she has the same cause to hate Visconti."
"And that no one should know of this passage, it is strange," mused Della Scala. "Thou art sure there is no trap, Ligozzi? Much disappointment makes me wary."
"I will stake my life there is no trap, my lord, and that this man, Agnolo Vistarnini, is dealing with the truth."
"Vistarnini," repeated Mastino. "Methinks I know the name—a painter, didst thou say?"