"He is circumcised," said d'Ucello, his black eyebrows twisting in a frown.
Oh, God! Cloud his mind.
"What do we know of that place he comes from?" said Erculio. "Trebizond? Maybe all the men in Trebizond are circumcised."
"Only Jews are circumcised," said d'Ucello. "And Saracens." He brought his face closer to Daoud's. "Speak, man. Why is your foreskin cut off?"
"How could he be a Saracen or a Jew?" said Erculio. "He looks like a Frank."
"Shut up," said d'Ucello impatiently. "I want to hear his answer."
Daoud lay motionless, praying that God would let d'Ucello kill him and be done with it.
"Are you part of some Jewish plot?" d'Ucello demanded.
Daoud almost smiled at that, but he only looked up at the blackened ceiling beam and said nothing.
"Answer me!" d'Ucello growled. He shook the flask at Daoud.