Oliver Bowden - Renaissance

The Herald looked slyly to hear that. "I understand," he said. Be patient. The time has come toDavia. But you will join us in our journey, brother.

And Ezio had patience. Was very patient. Then one day, the Herald received a summons inviting him to join him on the docks of Venice at sunset. He arrived early and waited nernerves and impatience, until finally he saw a shadowy figure advancedZande in the mist of dusk.

"I was not sure were to come," he told the Herald in greeting.

The Herald seemed satisfied.

"The search for truth you love, brother. And it's slumberTado over time. But now we are ready and our great leader has assumed leadership responsibilities for which he was born. Come!

He walked past him and led to a dock where Ezio was docked a large galley. Next to it expecting a crowd of faithful. The Herald spoke to them:

– My children! Finally it's time to leave. Our brother and spiritual leader, Girolamo Savonarola, awaits us in the city has finally taken over!

– Yes, has taken over! The bastard son of a bitch has humiliateddo my city and my home… has brought to the brink of insanity!

Ezio The crowd turned to look at the person who had spoken, a long-haired young man dressed in a black cloak, with full lips and a face weak, deformed ahora by rage.

"I just got out of there," he continued. Banned from my dued by that asshole king, Charles of France, whose interference has led me to be replaced by the Dog God, Savonarola.

The mood among the crowd began to rarefied and good willguro would have ended up taking the boy and throwing him to the lake for not having prevented the Herald.

"Let the man express his opinion," said the IRalda and, turning to the stranger asked, "Why do you utter the name of Savonarola in vain, brother?

– Why? Why? As he has done to Florence! Controls the city! Either the Signoria supports it, or feel powerless against him. Incite the masses and even people who should know better, as the teacher Botticelli, followed slavishly. They burn books, artwork, anything that crazy consideredre immoral!

– What is Savonarola now in Florence?He asked with every intention Ezio. Are you sure?

– Where would it be? I wish I were on the moon or in the pit of hell! I have a narrow escape alive!

– Who exactly are you, brother? He asked theRaldes, leaving betrayed his impatience.

The young man straightened up.

"I am Pieror Medici. Son of Lorenzo Il Magnificent and legitimatethymus ruler of Florence! Ezio shook his hand.

"Nice to meet you, Piero. Your father was my true friend. Piero stared.

"Thanks for this, whoever you are. As my father is concerned, was lucky to die before all the madness ragingra our city like a tidal wave. He turned despreocupadamente to the alienated crowd. Do not you support this desthe monk! It is a dangerous lunatic with an ego the size of the Duomo! Should be sacrificed as the mad dog he is!

The crowd, as one voice, roared with rage. The Herald Piero turned back and shouted:

– Heretic! Sower of evil ideas! And addressing the crowd shouted: "This is the man to be sacrificed!.. Ifviolence! Sent to fire!..

Both Piero as Ezio, at his side, had already unsheathed their swords and faced the threatening mob.

– Who are you? Asked Piero.

Hearing Officer, "said Ezio.

– Ah! Sono Aiuto pleasure of tuo. My father often spoke of you. His eyes danced over his opponents. Will hewe of this?

"I hope so. But you have not been what they say very diplomatic.

– How should I know?

"You just destroy an effort and preparation INDECIBLES, but no matter. Now pay attention to your sword!

Was fierce but brief. The two men allowed the crowd pushes them into an abandoned warehouse and there he took up positions. Luckily, the Pilgrims, although angry, isTaban fighters far from being experienced as the most daring loaded withdrew from deep cuts and gashes Provoed by the swords of Ezio and Piero, the rest fleeing back and leftdo. Only the Herald, dark and unrelenting, remained at his post.

– Impostor! "Said Ezio-.Te frozen forever in the ice of the Fourth and the Ninth Circuit. And I who sent you there.

Extracted from his robes a sharp Swiss Army knife and ran towards Ezio raising the gun over his head, ready to attack. Ezio, backwards, tripped and fell at the mercy of the Herald, but went through with his sword Piero legs of the attacker and Ezio, back up, pulled his double-edged knife and stabbed the sharp points on the man's abdomen. The Herald figure shook with the impact, launched a gasp and fell to the ground, writhing and twisting, until at last stand still.

"I hope this will compensate for the play that I've done," said Piero with a regretful smile. Vamos! Go to the palace of Doge Agostino to tell you to send the guard and ensure that the Dream Team has been divided and all return to their kennels.

"Grazie Ezio said. But I will go in the opposite direction. Tengo to go to Florence.

Pierre looked at him in disbelief.

– What? To the mouth of hell?

"I have my reasons for pursuing a Savonarola. Although perhaps not too late to repair the damage he has done to our hometown.

"Then I wish you luck," said Piero. Whatever the intended purpose.

Fra Girolamo Savonarola took actual possession of the government of Florence in 1494, forty-two years of age. He was a manber tormented, twisted genius and a fanatic believer of the worst, but most frightening of all was that the people enabled him not only leaders, but to encourage it to commit the most ridiculous and desstructive acts of madness. All this supported by the terror wasgo to hell and preached a doctrine that pleasure, worldly goods and the work product of human hands were negligible, and that only through complete devotion could a person find the true light of faith.

No wonder, Ezio thought, reflecting on these issues as he rode toward his hometown of Leonardo stay in Milan. Ezio had learned well, thinking of his friend, that homosexuality, about which car to dateauthorities had turned a blind eye or were punished with a multa affordable, Florence was once again a crime punishable by deathte. And no wonder, too, that the great humanist and materialistic school of thinkers and poets who had gathered around the cultivated mind and illustrated by Lorenzo, had been dissolved and gone in search of land less intellectually barren deserttual which was rapidly becoming Florence.

As it was approaching the city, Ezio noticed the presence of large groups of monks and lay black robes with sober attire heading in the same direction. They looked solemn, but honest. Everybody was to beza bowed.

– Where you going? Asked one of them.

– A Florence. To sit at the feet of the great leader, "he ressponded a merchant's face was very pale before continuing on foot.

It was a wide road and saw another surge Ezio people acerCandoso to him in the opposite direction, obviously from the city. Also walked downcast, her expression serious and depressed. When they passed by his side, Ezio got to hear snippets of conversation and realized that the whole geneI had undertaken a voluntary exile. Car car jostlinggados way up, or dragging bags or bags with their belongingsences. Were refugees exiled from their homes by the edicts of the Monk or on their own, unable to live longer under his command.

"Only that Piero would have had a tenth of the talentto his father, would have something to call home… DECia one.

"I never should have let that fool is strengthenedra in our city, "murmured another. Look at all the misery that has brought…

"I do not understand is why there are so many willing to accepttar their oppression, "said one woman.

"At this time, any place is better than Florence," said another woman. We have been expelled for refusing to inTregar everything we had at your beautiful church of San Marco!