Rupert Thomson: Secrecy

‘France.’

‘Very good.’ I took off the opal and slid it on to the girl’s ring finger. It would be years before it fitted. ‘Your father’s going to look after this for you until you’re grown.’ Mimmo started to protest, but I talked over him. ‘Please. I want her to have it.’

Later, when she had left the room, I stood up. ‘There’s something else.’ I produced a purse. ‘I brought this for Faustina.’

He kept his hands on the back of the chair as someone else might keep his hands in his pockets. ‘She wouldn’t have accepted it.’

I put the purse on the table. ‘Use it for your daughter.’

He struggled over to the window, a curious five-legged creature with rounded shoulders and dusty hair. ‘You’re not going to take her away from me, then?’

‘No.’ I joined him at the window. It was late afternoon, and Luisa was on the terrace below, watering the geraniums. ‘But one day, perhaps, you’ll tell her who the ring was from.’

He nodded. ‘One day.’

I looked at the groove on my finger — a new absence, a lightness, an unexpected sense of release.

Luisa had moved on to the pots of basil and oregano. She held the bucket of water in both hands, careful not to spill a drop.

‘If Faustina knew about me,’ I said, ‘why didn’t she look for me?’

‘Perhaps she was proud.’ He glanced at me sidelong. ‘Or stubborn.’

Like her mother, I thought he meant.

When I left his house, I closed the green door gently behind me. The air still smelled of warm stone, but the sun had gone. In half an hour the village streets would be filled with people drawn outside by the coolness of the evening. Blue smoke lifting from the chimneys, the cries of children. Fireflies glinting like sparks in the darkness of the olive groves. I would already have started for the border by then. It was a long journey back.

I would like to thank the following people for their guidance and generosity: Dr Raida Ahmad, David Austen, Claudia Bardelloni, Professor Giovanni Cipriani, Rory Farquhar-Thomson, Paolo Giansiracusa, Edward Goldberg, David Mackie and Christine Hellemans, Joanna Mackle, Ruth McVey, Dr Amy Mechowski, Luca Merlini and Nicole D’Alessandro Merlini, Beatrice Monti della Corte, Dr Rosanna Moradei, Peta Motture, Mike Osborn, Rosalind O’Shaughnessy, Dr Luisa Palli, Jan Parker, Renato Pasta and Orsola Gori, and Dr Marta Poggesi. I am also deeply indebted to the following institutions. In London: the British Library, the British Museum, the Victoria and Albert Museum, and St Mary’s Hospital, Paddington. In Florence: the Bargello, the Museo Firenze Com’era, the Opificio delle Pietre Dure, the Pitti Palace, La Specola, and the Villa I Tatti. In Siracusa: the Accademia di Belle Arti. A special thank you goes to Jean Norbury, and to John and Maria Norbury, for their unfailing support over the years. I would also like to thank my agent and friend, Peter Straus, my copy editor, Daphne Tagg, and everyone at Granta, especially Sigrid Rausing, Philip Gwyn Jones, Pru Rowlandson, Michael Salu, Anne Meadows, Iain Chapple, Brigid Macleod, Christine Lo, and, though she has now moved on, Michal Shavit. Finally, thank you to my wife, Kate, and my daughter, Evie, for their love, their understanding and their encouragement. No writer could have better champions.