The next morning he was at work as soon as the chirrup of the cicadas began, as these, he knew, would completely deaden any sound he might make.

By nighttime the rivet ends on the irons round his ankles were worn so thin, that he felt sure that another hour's work would bring them level with the iron, and before he went to sleep the rivets on the wrist were in the same condition.
He learned from his guard, next morning, that the captain was better, that he was to be taken on board in the cool of the evening, and that the vessel would start as soon as the breeze sprang up in the morning.
In the afternoon his two guards entered, and bade him follow them.

He was conducted to the principal house in the village, and into a room where Ruggiero Mocenigo was lying on a couch.
"I have sent for you," Ruggiero said, "to tell you that I have not forgotten you.

My vengeance has been delayed from no fault of mine, but it will be all the sweeter when it comes.

I am going to fetch Polani's daughters.