'Hah!' barked the Basque priest. 'Of course she'll know where to find them. She's been trafficking them, I don't doubt.' The faces of the other men grew very pinched. Lodovico's expression was downright vinegary.
'And what little she doesn't know from lack of personal experience,' Lopez continued blithely, 'she'll have no difficulty at all learning from her close friend Francesca de Chevreuse.'
Rosanna Dorma almost cackled. 'For that matter, I could--never mind.'
She and Lopez exchanged smiles. The Basque shrugged. 'I see the moment of wisdom has passed, replaced by that detestable shrewdness.' He made a motion with his hand which might have been that of a prophet, carving stone. 'Be done with it, o ye wise men of Venice. Allow them their love in peace, in whatever manner they choose, until they sanctify it in marriage. There will be no harm done, and you have used the children quite enough. Look to your own souls.'
The Venetian grandees stared at him, their jaws a bit loose. The church had never formally condemned such practices, true; but they were much frowned upon by clerics. Not to mention fornication and adultery.
Lopez returned their stares with his own; and his jaw was not even a bit loose. 'Chernobog has seized the throne of Lithuania,' he said, almost snarling. 'If anything, Emeric of Hungary delves into even blacker arts. The church rots from the inside or takes on the coloration of its enemies. The rumors from Egypt--'
He rose to his feet abruptly and began limping toward the door. 'Enough! Worry yourselves sick over matters of petty shrewdness if you will, grandees of Venice. I return to the wisdom of the crowd, saluting its young champions.'
After he was gone, Dell'este looked at Dorma and Lodovico. Then shrugged and rose himself.
'And why not? The worst that can happen is another bastard. Won't be the first in our families; and certainly not the last.'
THE PIAZZA SAN MARCO --------------------
A few days had done a great deal to change the city and the political landscape, thought Benito, looking at the celebrating crowd.
Horsemen had come in to report that the Scaligers were scrambling out of Fruili, with the whole countryside rising against them and imperial troops hot on their heels. A sharp merchant had brought the first pirogue-load full of fresh vegetables down the Po, past the sunken remains of the Milanese invading fleet. Venice's foes had put the bulk of their forces into that fleet, and now they were in dire trouble.
Benito wasn't sure he wasn't in dire trouble, too. Maria hadn't given him the hero's welcome he'd rather thought he was going to get. Instead she'd said: 'I fell in love with a wolf once. I'm not giving my throat to another one, Benito. And I'm not sure if what you are is fox or wolf. You're still young. It's hard to tell. But I've had enough of wishing to be something I can't be.' And she'd turned on her heel and left him standing there.
After a while, he'd shrugged. He'd try later. In the meanwhile half of the girls in Venice seemed very pleased to see him. They thought he was hero, at least.
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Later in the afternoon, someone took Benito by the arm and drew him away from a young female admirer. Oddly enough, he didn't feel any urge to resist even before he saw that it was Petro Dorma.
'I've got news I felt you should hear right away. A crew that arrived this morning came upon a shipwreck in the gulf the day of the fighting. I just got the word. Caesare Aldanto's galley, it was.'
'Are they sure?'
Dorma nodded somberly. 'They say there were big seas that afternoon. Probably stirred up by the gale that blew the fog away. They saw a galley in bad trouble and were heading for a rescue when a double wave came through. The galley snapped in two and broke up. By the time they got there--the waves were very severe . . . it was all over. No survivors.
'After the sea calmed, they recovered some of the bodies. Caesare's was not among them, and they say it was much too far from land for anyone to have a hope of swimming ashore.'
Dorma took a deep breath. 'There's more. Part of the wreck was still floating. The captain had a look and they've hauled that section out and brought it back. Someone had hollowed out a great chamber in the keel. When it hit the waves, it snapped. We think this must be how the other galleys were lost. We'll be checking them all now.'
Benito closed his eyes briefly. The smuggling scheme . . . now he wondered if it had really been a smuggling scheme, and not just Caesare's way of sabotaging Venice's commerce. Whichever it had been: Caesare's own mischief had come back to sink him.
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