and he makes the messenger of Argantes, before carrying the defiance of the Christian knights, ask permission from the pious Bouillon."
"But that," replied vociferously the podestà, "that is poetical licence merely: an ambassador is in his nature inviolable, by the law of nations, jure gentium; and moreover, the ambassador, not having spoken in his own name, but merely presented the challenge in writing"
"But when will you comprehend that this ambassador was a daring fool, who did not know the first"
"With the good leave of our guests," interrupted Don Roderick, who did not wish the argument to proceed farther, "we will refer it to the Father Christopher, and submit to his decision."
"Agreed," said Count Attilio, amused at submitting a question of knighthood to a capuchin; whilst the podestà muttered between his teeth, "Folly!"
"But, from what I have comprehended," said the father, "it is a subject of which I have no knowledge."
"As usual, modest excuses from the father," said Don Roderick; "but we will not accept them. Come, come, we know well that you came not into the world with a cowl on your head; you know something of its ways. Well, how stands the argument?"
"The facts are these," said the Count Attilio
"Let me tell, who am neutral, cousin," resumed Don Roderick. "This is the story: a Spanish knight sent a challenge to a Milanese knight; the bearer, not finding him at home, presented it to his brother, who, having read it, struck the bearer many blows. The question is"
"It was well done; he was perfectly right," cried Count Attilio.
"There was no right about it," exclaimed the podestà. "To beat an ambassador—a man whose person is sacred! Father, do you think this was an action becoming a knight?"
"Yes, sir; of a knight," cried the count, "I think I know what belongs to a knight. Oh! if it had been an
