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Messer  Lambertuccio  dismounted,  fastened  his  horse,  and   arrived, shouting, 'Where art thou, traitor?' I blocked the
            ascended the stairs. The lady greeted him with a smile and as   doorway, preventing him from entering. After much parley, he
            warm a welcome as she could muster, asking him why he had   left, as you saw."
            come. The gentleman embraced and kissed her, saying, "My
            dear, I heard your husband is not here, so I have come to stay   "Wife," said the husband, "you did very right. Great indeed would
            with you for a while." They went into the room and locked the   have been the scandal if someone had been slain here. It was
            door, and Messer Lambertuccio began toying with her.   a gross affront for Messer Lambertuccio to pursue a fugitive
            While they were together, the lady's husband unexpectedly   into the house." He then asked where the young man was. The
            returned home. As he approached the palace, the maid saw him   lady replied, "I do not know where he is hiding." "Where are
            and quickly informed the lady, saying, "Madam, the master will   you?" called the knight. "Fear not to show yourself." Leonetto,
            be here soon; I think he is already in the courtyard." The lady,   trembling, crept out of his hiding place. "What have you to do
            having two men in the house and unable to hide the knight's   with Messer Lambertuccio?" asked the knight. "Nothing in the
            horse in the courtyard, feared the worst. She quickly devised a   world," replied Leonetto. "He must be out of his mind or have
            plan and sprang out of bed, saying to Messer Lambertuccio, "Sir,   mistaken me for someone else. He saw me in the street and
            if you care for me and want to save my life, do as I say. Draw   drew his sword, shouting, 'Traitor, you are a dead man.' I fled
            your sword, put on an angry face, and go downstairs, saying, 'By   and sought refuge here, thanks to God and this gentlewoman."
            God, he shall not escape me elsewhere.' If my husband tries to
            stop you or asks you anything, say nothing but what I have told   "Now away with your fears," said the knight. "I will see you
            you and leave immediately." "To hear is to obey," said Messer   home safely, and then you can decide how to deal with him."
            Lambertuccio, who, still flushed from his recent exertion and   After they had supped, the knight set Leonetto on horseback
            angry at the husband's return, did as she instructed.  and escorted him to Florence, ensuring he was safe in his own
                                                                   house. That evening, following the lady's instructions, Leonetto
            The lady's husband, surprised to see the horse in the courtyard,   spoke privately with Messer Lambertuccio and resolved the
            was about to go upstairs when he saw Messer Lambertuccio   matter. Though it occasioned much talk, the knight never knew
            coming down with a drawn sword and an angry expression.   how he had been tricked by his wife.
            "What  means  this,  Sir?"  he  asked.  But  Messer  Lambertuccio
            mounted his horse, saying only, "Zounds, but I will meet him
            elsewhere," and rode off.


            The gentleman ascended the stairs and found his lady distraught
            with terror. "What is this? After whom goes Messer Lambertuccio
            so wrathful and menacing?" he asked. The lady, drawing nearer
            the room so Leonetto could hear, replied, "Never have I been
            so frightened. A young man, a stranger to me, came running in
            here with Messer Lambertuccio at his heels, sword drawn. The
            young man found the door of this room open and, trembling,
            cried out, 'Madam, your help, for God's sake, that I die not in
            your arms.' I got up to ask who he was, but Messer Lambertuccio
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