Well I knew the voice that uttered it.

The people in the pavilion rose to their feet, and cries of "Treachery! treachery!" came from all directions.

Calli was evidently expecting the shot, for just before it came he reined in his horse, and when Max fell the Italian instantly brought his charger to a standstill and began to dismount with all the speed his heavy armor would permit.

When safely down, he unclasped his battle-axe from the chain that held it to his girdle and started toward Max, who was lying prone upon the ground.

Cries of "Shame! shame!" came from the pavilion, but no one, not even the duke, dared to interfere; it was Calli's right to kill Max if he could.
I had covered my eyes with my hand, thinking that surely the boy's hour had come.