Myself, I groaned.

There was naught that I could say to stem the tide of revelation that was coming.
"Do you then keep this paladin here arrayed like a clerk ?" quoth Ramiro in his sardonic way.

"And can it be that the secret of his feat of arms has been guarded so well that you are still in ignorance of it ?" Filippo's wits worked swiftly, and swiftly they pieced together the hints that Ramiro had let fall.
"You will tell us," said he, "that the fight in the streets of Pesaro, in which your Excellency's party suffered defeat, was led by Biancomonte in the armour of Giovanni Sforza ?" Ramiro looked at him with that displeasure with which the jester visits the man who by anticipation robs his story of its points.
"It was known to you ?" growled he.
"Not so.

I have but learnt it from you.

But it nowise astonishes me." And he looked at his sister, whose eyes devoured me, as if they would read in my soul whether this thing were indeed true.