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Theyll be back, Machivelli said. Yes they will, but weve shown these people that they are not the allpowerful tyrants they took them to be. Ezio leapt down from the wall into the stable yard, where Machiavelli joined him. Swiftly, they picked two sturdy mounts and had them saddled. Well come back, Ezio promised the head ostler. You might like to get this place cleaned up a bit now that it belongs to you again, as it rightfully should. We will, my Lord, said the man. But he still looked fearful. Dont worry. They t harm you now that youve seen them bested. How do you figure that, my Lord They need you. They cant do without you. Just show them you t be bullied and pushed around and theyll have to cajole you into helping them.

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Theyll hang us or worse. Do you want to spend the rest of your lives under their yoke Stand up to them. Theyll have to listen to reasonable requests. Even tyrants cant function if enough people refuse to obey them. Machiavelli, already on his horse, took out a small black notebook and wrote in it, smiling absently to himself. Ezio swung himself into the saddle. I thought you said we were in a hurry, said Ezio. We are. I was just making a note of what you said. I hope I should be flattered by that. Oh yes, you should be. Come on.You excel at opening wounds, Ezio, Machiavelli continued as they rode. But can you also close them I intend to heal the sickness that is at the heart of our society, not merely tinker about with the symptoms.

















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Bold words. But you dont have to argue with me; were on the same side, dont forget. Im just putting across another point of view. Is this a test Ezio was suspicious. If so, let us talk openly. I believe that Rodrigo Borgias death would not have solved our problem. Really Well, I mean, look at this city. Rome is the centre of Borgia and Templar rule. What I just said to that stableman holds true. Killing Rodrigo t change things cut off the head of a man and he is dead, sure. But we are dealing with a Hydra. I see what you mean like the sevenheaded monster Hercules had to kill and even then the heads grew back until he learned the trick of stopping that happening. Precisely. So you suggest that we appeal to the people Maybe. How else Forgive me, Ezio, but the people are fickle. Relying on them is like building on sand. I disagree, Niccolò. Surely our belief in humanity is at the heart of the Assassins Creed. And thats something you intend to put to the test Ezio was about to reply, but at that instant a young thief ran alongside them and, with his knife, swiftly and surely cut through the leather strings that attached Ezios pouch to his belt. What the—! Ezio shouted. Machiavelli laughed. He must be from your inner circle. Look at him run! You might have trained him yourself. Go, get back what hes stolen. We need that . Ill meet you at the Campidoglio on the Capitoline. Ezio wheeled his horse round and galloped off in pursuit of the thief. The man ran down alleys too narrow for the horse and Ezio had to go round, worried that he might lose his quarry but at the same time knog, to his chagrin, that on foot the younger man would surely outrun him. It was almost as if the man had had some Assassin training. But how could that be At last he cornered the man in a blind alley and used the body of the horse to pin him up against the wall of the dead end. Give it back, he said evenly, drag his sword. The man still seemed bent on escape, but when he saw how hopeless his situation was, his body slumped and, mutely, he raised the hand that held the pouch. Ezio snatched it back and stowed it away safely. But in doing so he let his horse move back a fraction, and in the k of an eye the man had scrambled up the wall with almost extraordinary speed and disappeared over the other side. Hey! Come back! I havent finished with you yet! Ezio yelled, but all he got in reply was the receding sound of running feet. Sighing, and ignoring the small crowd that had gathered, he steered the horse in the direction of the Capitoline Hill. Dusk was falling as he rejoined Machiavelli. Did you liberate your from our friend I did. A small victory. They add up, said Ezio. And in time, with work, well have a few more. Lets hope we make it before Cesares gaze falls on us and we are broken again. He damned nearly succeeded at Monteriggioni. Now lets get on with things. Machiavelli spurred on his horse. Where are we going To the Colosseum. We have a rendezvous with a contact of mine, Vinicio. And— Im expecting him to have something for me. Come on. As they rode through the city towards the Colosseum, Machiavelli commented drily on the various new buildings that had been erected by Pope Alexander VI during his administration. Look at all these façades, masquerading as government buildings. Rodrigo is very clever in the way he keeps this place in business. It fools your friends the “people� quite easily.