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To what purpose Machiavelli spread his hands. Political. Propaganda. The idea is that people will be encouraged to throw themselves under the protection of the Papacy, and in return a certain loyalty is exacted from them. How convenient. But even so, shouldnt we be getting out of here now Ezio felt suddenly and unsurprisingly tired. His very soul ached. They t be back tonight. No disparagement to your prowess, Ezio, but the wolfmen arent fighters or even killers. The Borgia use them as trusted gobetweens, but their main job is to frighten. They are poor, deluded souls whom the Borgia have brainwashed into working for them. They believe their new masters will help them rebuild ancient Rome from its very beginnings. The founders of Rome were Romulus and Remus, and they were suckled as babies by a shewolf. I remember the legend. For the wolfmen, poor creatures, it is no legend. But they are a dangerous enough tool in the Borgias hands. He paused briefly. Now the letter! And those papers you say you grabbed from the wolfmens lair. Well done, by the way. If theyre of any use. Well see. Give me the letter. Here it is. Hastily, Machiavelli broke the seal on the parchment. Cazzo, he muttered. Its encrypted. What do you mean This one was supposed to be in plain text. Vinicio is was one of my moles among the Borgia. He told me he had it on good authority. The fool! They are transmitting information in code. Without their code sheet we have nothing. Perhaps the papers I got hold of will help. Machiavelli smiled. By heaven, Ezio, sometimes I thank God we are on the same side. Lets have a look. Quickly he sifted through the pages Ezio had seized, and his troubled face cleared. Any good I think perhaps He read on, his brow furrowed once more. Yes! By God, yes! I think we have it! He clapped Ezio on the shoulder and laughed. Ezio laughed, too. You see Sometimes logic is not the only way to a war. Luck can play a part, too. Andiamo! You said we had allies in the city. Come on, bring me to them. Follow me. 15 What about the horse Ezio asked. Turn her loose. Shell find her way back to her stable. I cant abandon her. You must. We are going back to the city. If we let her go there, theyll know you got back. If they find the horse out here, theyll think with luck that youre still wandering around this area and divert their search here. Ezio reluctantly did as he was told, and Machiavelli led him to a concealed flight of stone steps leading underground. At the foot of them a torch was burning, which Machiavelli seized. Where are we asked Ezio. This leads to a system of ancient underground tunnels that crisscross the city. Your father discovered them and they have remained the Assassins secret ever since. We can use this route to avoid any guards who are out looking for us, because you may be sure that the wolfmen who escaped will raise the alarm. Theyre big, because they were used for transport and troops in ancient times, and theyre well built, too, as everything was in those days. Many of the outlets within the city have collapsed now and are blocked, so we must pick our way carefully. Stay close it would be fatal for you to get lost down here. For two hours they passed through a labyrinth that seemed neverending. On the way Ezio glimpsed side tunnels, blocked entranceways, strange carvings of forgotten gods over archways and the occasional flight of steps, some leading upwards, some leading into blackness, a few others shog a glimmer of light at their heads. Finally Machiavelli, who had kept up a steady but hurried pace all along, paused at one such flight. Were here, he announced. Ill go first. Its almost dawn. We must be careful. He vanished up the steps. After what seemed an age, during which Ezio dered if he had been abandoned, he heard a whispered All clear from Machiavelli. Despite his fatigue, Ezio ran up the steps, glad to be back in the fresh air. Hed had enough of tunnels and caves to last a lifetime. He emerged from a kind of big manhole into a large room, large enough to have been a warehouse of sorts once. Where are we On an island in the Tiber. It was used years ago as a depot. No one comes here now, except us. Us Our Brotherhood. It is, if you like, our hideout in Rome. A burly, confident young man rose from a stool by a table, on which lay papers and the remains of a meal, and came to greet them. His tone was open and friendly. NiccolÃ²! Ben trovato! He turned to Ezio. And you you must be the famous Ezio! Welcome! He took Ezios hand and shook it warmly. Fabio Orsini at your service. Ive heard a lot about you from my cousin an old friend of yours Bartolomeo dAlviano. Ezio smiled at the name. A fine warrior, he said. It was Fabio who discovered this place, put in Machiavelli. Every convenience here, said Fabio. And outside its so overgrown with ivy and whatnot, you wouldnt even know it existed. Its good to have you on our side. My family has taken a few bad blows from the Borgia of late, and my one aim is to kick their stall in and restore our patrimony. He looked around doubtfully. Of course, this may all seem a bit shabby to you, after your accommodations in Toscana. This is perfect. Fabio smiled. Bene. Well, now that you have arrived, you must forgive me but I must leave you immediately. What are your plans asked Machiavelli. Fabios face became serious. I am off to begin preparations for Romagna. Today, Ceasare has control of my estate and my men, but soon, I hope, we will be free again. Buona fortuna. Grazie. Arriverderci. Arriverderci. And, with a friendly wave, Fabio was gone. Machiavelli cleared a space on the table and spread out the encypted letter, together with the wolfmens decoding page. I have to get on with this, he said. You must be exhausted; theres food and e there, and good, clear Roman water. Refresh yourself while I work, for there is still much to be done. Is Fabio one of the allies of whom you spoke Indeed. And there are others. One very great indeed. And he is Or is it a â€œsheâ€� Ezio asked, thinking, despite himself, of Caterina Sforza. He could not get her out of his mind. She was the Borgias prisoner still. His own private priority was to free her. But was she playing games with him He could not rid his mind of a grain of doubt. She was a free spirit, though; he did not own her. Only he did not relish the thought of being played for a fool. And he did not want to be used. Machiavelli hesitated, as if he had already divulged too much, but then he spoke: It is the Cardinal, Giuliano della Rovere. He was in competition with Rodrigo for the Papacy, and lost; but he is still a powerful man, and he has powerful friends. He has potentially strong connections with the French, but he bides his time he knows that King Louis is only using the Borgia for as long as it suits him. Above all, he hates the Borgia with a deep and enduring loathing. Do you know how many Spaniards the Borgia have placed in positions of power We are in danger of having them control Italy.

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