Oliver Bowden - Renaissance

"You're all woman, Caterina Sforza.

She started laugh.

– Treasury, if I ever decide to write the story of my life, commotion throughout the world.

Ezio was strong and thirty years old, still a man joare in the prime of life. In addition, he had been subjected to one of the toughest workouts known to man, so that no one was surprised that stand in motion much earlier than would have done the majority. But the coup de Checco had weakened his right arm badly and knew I had to work hard to regain full strength and replaceturn on your mission. He forced himself to be patient, and under the guidelines isCaterina strictly but comprehensive, spent his season in Forli forced into a quiet state of contemplation, occasionally sitting in the shade of the vines lost in reading any books Poliziano or more often, by vigorous exercise of any kind.

And then, one morning, Caterina came into her bedroom and into dress for travel from and to a page help you calZarse riding boots. Caterina sat on the bed beside her.

– So the time has come? "He said.

"Yes. I can not delay it more.

Sad, Catherine left the room and returned after a moment with a scroll.

"Then I had to get this far," said- and God knows that your work is more important than our pleasure… For which I hope to have time soon in an upcoming vilocated yours! "I showed the parchment-. Here, I brought a parting gift.

– What is it?

"Something you need.

Ezio Caterina unrolled it and saw it was a map of the peninsula, from Lombardy to Calabria, and, in addition to the caterms and cities, there were several crosses marked in red ink.

Ezio looked at her.

"It's the map you mentioned Machiavelli. That of your husband…

"On my died husband mio expensive. Nicholas and I made a couple of important discoveries during your absence. The firstnumber is programmed the… elimination of our beloved Girolamo quite well, having just completed his work with the map. The second is that is invaluable, because although the Templars in possession of the Fruit of Eden, found noRAN the vault without the map.

– Do you know something about the vault?

"My dear, sometimes you are a naive child. Of course I know. He spoke then with a more formal-. But to develFull sea by our enemies, you must recover the Fruit of Eden. This map will help you fully complete your task.

At the time that he gave the map, rubs his fingersrum, and caressing continued until his hands were betweenloops. And his eyes did not want nor separated.

"In the marsh, near here, there is an abbey," he finally Caterina-. Of Dominicans. They are dressed in black hoods. I empezaria there. "His eyes were bright and looked away-. And savingsra go! Find that monk so problematic!

Ezio smiled.

"I think I'll miss you, Catherine.

She smiled back, a smile so bright.

"Oh, I'm sure it does.

The Ezio monk received at the Abbey of the Marshes was youpeak monk round and ruddy, but with the red hair wasgo and look mischievous and wise, and also spoke with an accent that Ezio recognized as some of the condottieri LockingJaban for Mario, he was Irish.

"May God bless you, brother.

"Grazie, father…

"I am the brother O'Callahan.

"I wonder if you could help me.

"That's why we're here, brother. Although, of course, livedWe hard times. And it becomes difficult to think nothing in the stomach.

– Ye to say nothing in the wallet.

"Do not get me wrong. I am not asking anything. "The monje opened his hands-. But the Lord helps those generous.

Ezio took a few guilders and handed.

"If not enough…

The monk was thoughtful.

"Oh, well, the intention is what matters. But the truth is that the Lord Help of truth to those who are somewhat more generalgenres.

Ezio continued taking coins until the expression of HERO'Callahan changed hands.

"The order rate your giving, brother. He took the maus to stomach-. What are you looking for?

"A black hooded monk… that lacks one of the ten fingers.

"Hmmm… Guido's brother has only nine toes. Are you sure you would not be a foot?

"Pretty sure.

"And then there's brother Domenico, but what it lacks is the entire left arm.

"No, sorry, I'm pretty sure it was a finger.

"Hmmm… "The monk went on thinking. Yes, a momentto! I remember a black hooded monk who was only ninetwo… Yes! Sure! It was when we celebrate the last feast of San Vincenzo in Tuscany Abbey.

Ezio smiled.

"Yes, I know that place. I'll try there. Grazie.

"Go in peace, brother.

"That's what I always do.

Ezio crossed the mountains to the west, toward the Toscana, and although it was a long and complicated journey, then come closercaba the fall and the days were getting nasty, she began to feel excited as they approached the abbey, where, long ago, one of those involved in the plot to assassinate Lorenzo dand Medici-Secretary of Jacopo de 'Pazzi, Stefano da Bagnone-met his end at the hands of Ezio.

It was unfortunate that the abbot who received it was one of the teaswitnesses of this murder.

"Sorry," said Ezio input. I wonder if podriais…

But the abbot, recognizing him instantly fell horrordo and shouted:

– That all the archangels, Uriel, Rafael, Miguel, Saraquel, Gabriel, Reuel-Remiel and protect us with full force! He looked down from heaven to posarla below in Ezio. Wicked devil! Go away from here!

– What happens? Ezio asked shocked.

– What happens? What happens? You're the one who killed the brothersStefano no. On holy ground! "A nervous group of brothers had congregated at a distance and the abbot was swimmingor time to them. It turn backor! The murderer of monks and priests have back! He pronounced his wordss booming voice and left hugoing, followed by others.

The man was panic. Ezio was forced to leave in pursuit. But not as well known as the abbey the abbot and his troop of monks. In the end, tired of pacing around pasadizos and cloisters unknown, climbed to the roofs to poder better see where the monks had gone, even if all you got with it was more terrified to flee if possible and put to shout: "It has arrived! He has arrived! Beelzebub has come! "so he gave up and went chasing useddo conventional methods.

Gotta catch them at last. Panting, the abbot turned to him and whined:

– Go away, you devil! Leave us alone! We have not committed any sin greater than yours!

"No, wait, listen," said Ezio also panting. Just a question, want.

– We have not invoked the demons! Not intendedWe still travel to the afterlife!

Ezio repeatedly shook hands with the palms down.

– Quiet,please! I do not intend any harm! But the abbot did not want to hear. He looked up at the sky. "My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? Notoy yet ready to meet your angels! And she ran again.

Ezio was forced to make a tackle. Both rose from the ground, shaking in the middle of a circusulo the astonished monks.

– Leave and run away, please! "Begged Ezio.

Abbot cringed.

– No! Have mercy! I do not want to die! "He mumbled. Ezio, aware that he was being overly formal, said: "Look, Father Abbot, I only kill those who kill inmore. And your brother Stefano was a murderer. Attempted to assassinate Duke Lorenzo in 1478. He paused, breathing difficultiestad-. Quiet, Messer abbe, I am sure you will notgneiss no murderer.

The Abbot look relaxed a little, but still wecusing suspicious.

– What do you want? He asked.

"Okay, now listen. I'm looking at you dressed like a monk, a Dominican who is missing a finger.

The abbot remained cautious.

– What is missing a finger, you say? How to fra Savonarola?

Ezio took mental note of the name.

– Savonarola? Who is it? Did you know?