But if I did not throw wide that window and proclaim the fact to ears that would have been deaf to the truth of them, what think you that I did?  I took a subtler vengeance.  I repaired to my own chamber, procured me pen and ink, and, there, with a heart that was brimming over with gall, I penned an epic modelled upon the stately lines of Virgil, wherein I sang the prowess of the Lord Giovanni Sforza, describing that morning’s mighty feat of arms, and detailing each particular of the combat ’twixt Giovanni and Ramiro del’ Orca.

It was a brave thing when it was done; a finer and worthier poetical achievement than any that I had yet encompassed, and that night, after they had supped, as merrily as though Duke Valentino had never been heard of, and whilst they were still sitting at their wine, I got me a lute and stole down to the banqueting hall.

I announced myself by leaping on a table and loudly twanging the strings of my instrument.  There was a hush, succeeded by a burst of acclamation.  They were in a high good-humour, and the Fool with a new song was the very thing they craved.

When silence was restored I began, and whilst my fingers moved sluggishly across the strings, striking here and there a chord, I recited the epic I had penned.  My voice swelled with a feverish enthusiasm whose colossal irony none there save one could guess.  He, at first surprised, grew angry presently, as I could see by the cloud that had settled on his brow.  Yet he restrained himself, and the rest of the company were too enthralled by the breathless quality of my poem to bestow their glances on any countenance save mine.

Madonna Paola sat upon the Lord of Pesaro’s right, and her blue eyes were round and her lips parted with enthusiasm as I proceeded.  And when presently I came to that point in the fight betwixt Giovanni and Ramiro del’ Orca, when Ramiro, having broken down the Lord Giovanni’s visor, was on the point of driving his sword into his adversary’s face, I saw her shrink in a repetition of the morning’s alarm, and her bosom heaved more swiftly, as though the issue of that combat hung now upon my lines and she were made anxious again for the life of the man whom she had learnt to love.

I finished on a slow and stately rhythm, my voice rising and falling softly, after the manner of a Gregorian chant, as I dwelt on the piety that had succeeded the Lord of Pesaro’s brave exploits, and how upon his return from the stricken field he had repaired straight to his closet, his battered and bloody harness on his back, that he might kneel ere he disarmed and render thanks to God for the victory vouchsafed him.

On that “Te Deum” I finished softly, and as my voice ceased and the vibration of my last chord melted away, a thunder of applause was my reward.

Men leapt from their chairs in their enthusiasm, and crowded round the table on which I was perched, whilst, when presently I sprang down, one noble woman kissed me on the lips before them all, saying that my mouth was indeed a mouth of gold.