Sit down on a broken shaft of por-
phyry that is there.”
“How can the Duke of Bracciano
be in a cage?” asked the brigand.
“My friend, I have been here for
thirty months, standing up, unable
to sit down----But you, who are
you?”
“I am Rinaldo, prince of the Cam-
pagna, the chief of four-and-twenty
brave men whom the law describes
as miscreants, whom all the ladies
admire, and whom judges hang in
obedience to an old habit.”
“God be praised! I am saved.
An honest man would have been
afraid, whereas I am sure of coming
to an understanding with you,”
cried the Duke. “Oh, my worthy