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And that is snapped Ezio, needled. I do not need to tell you her name. Beware of her, rejoined Machiavelli, but then, changing the subject, he continued, Remember the orgies They continue Indeed they do. How Rodrigo I refuse to call him Pope any more loves them. And youve got to hand it to him, hes seventy years old. Machiavelli laughed wryly, then suddenly became more serious. The Borgia will drown under the weight of their own selfindulgence. Ezio remembered the orgies well. He had been witness to one. Thered been a dinner, given by the Pope in his Nerolike, overdecorated, gilded apartments and attended by fifty of the best of the citys army of whores. Courtesans, they liked to call themselves, but whores for all that. When the eating or should it be called feeding was over, the s danced with the servants who were in attendance. They were clothed at first, but later they shed their garments. The candelabra that had been on the tables were set down on the marble floor, and the nobler guests threw roasted chestnuts among them. The whores were then told to crawl about the floor on all fours like cattle, buttocks high in the air, to collect the chestnuts. Then almost everyone had joined in. Ezio remembered with distaste how Rodrigo, together with Cesare and Lucrezia, had looked on. At the end, prizes were given silk cloaks; fine leather boots, from Spain of course; mulberryandyellow velvet caps encrusted with diamonds; rings; bracelets; brocade pouches each containing 100 ducats; daggers; silver dildoes; anything you could imagine to those men who had had the most number of times with the crawling prostitutes. And the Borgia family, fondling each other, had been the principal judges. The two Assassins left the bullfight and made themselves invisible in the crowds that thronged the earlyevening streets. Follow me, Machiavelli said, an edge to his voice. Now you have had a chance to see your principal opponent at work, it would be well to purchase any equipment you are missing. And take care not to draw any undue attention to yourself. Do I ever Ezio found himself once more needled by the younger mans remarks. Machiavelli wasnt the Brotherhoods leader after Marios death, no one was and this interregnum would have to be concluded soon. In any case, I have my Hidden Blade. And the guards have their guns. These things Leonardo has created for them you know his genius cannot control itself are fast to reload, as youve seen, and moreover they have barrels filed in a cunning way on the inside to make the shot more accurate. Ill find Leonardo and talk to him. You may have to kill him. Hes worth more to us alive than dead. You said yourself his heart wasnt with the Borgia. I said that is what I hope. Machiavelli stopped. Look. Here is . Grazie, said Ezio, taking the proffered pouch. While you are in my debt, listen to reason. As soon as I hear more reason from you, I shall. Ezio left his friend and made his way to the quarter of the armourers, where he provided himself with a new breastplate, steel cuffs, and a betterbalanced, higherquality sword and dagger than those he already possessed. Above all he missed the old Codex Bracer, made of a secret metal, which had staved off so many blows that otherwise would have been fatal. But it was too late to regret that now. Hed just have to rely on his wits and his training. No one, and no accident, could take them from him. He returned to Machiavelli, who was waiting for him at an inn, their preappointed rendezvous. He found him in a prickly mood. Bene, said Machiavelli. Now you can survive the journey back to Firenze. Perhaps. But I am not going back to Florence. No Perhaps you should. It is where you belong. I have no home there any more. Machiavelli spread his hands. Its true that your old home has indeed been destroyed. I didnt want to tell you. But surely your mother and sister are safe there now. It is a city safe from the Borgia. My master, Piero Soderini, guards it well. You can recoup there. Ezio shuddered at having his worst fears confirmed. Then he pulled himself together and said, I stay here. You said yourself, there will be no peace until we rise up against the entire Borgia family and the Templars who serve them. Such brave talk! And after Monteriggioni. That is cheap of you, Niccolò. How could I have known that they would find me so quickly Or that they would kill Mario Machiavelli spoke earnestly, taking his companion by the shoulders. Look, Ezio, whatever happens we must prepare ourselves carefully. We must not hit out in rash anger. We are fighting scorpioni worse, serpents! They can coil around your neck and bite your balls in one movement. They know nothing of right and wrong; they only know their goal. Rodrigo surrounds himself with snakes and murderers. Even his daughter Lucrezia has been sharpened into one of his most artful weapons: she knows all there is to know about the art of poisoning. He paused. However, even she pales by comparison with Cesare.



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