Then it struck him that this might be some pitfall.

I would not have gone.
"Sir," he said at last, "if you meditate any foul play, I would advise you to retract your invitation.

I will come, and I am well armed." He had my long knife about him somewhere.

It is one of my precautions.
But the stranger laughed long and loud at the suggestion, so that his voice woke queer echoes in the silent street.

Nino did not understand why he should laugh so much, but he found his knife under his cloak, and made sure it was loose in its leathern sheath.