And not before time. As he watched, it was being thrown open, amid cries from the guards of “Attention! The captain-general is leaving for Urbino!” And shortly afterward, on a black horse, Cesare rode forth, accompanied by a small entourage.
Ezio watched his archenemy ride off into the night.
TWENTY-FOUR
Ezio turned his attention back to the task at hand. To find Caterina. High up on the western side of the Castel he noticed a small window, set deep in the wall, from which a faint light came. He made his way to it. When he reached it, he saw that there was no sill on which he could rest, but instead there was a narrow transom projecting above the window, which he could cling to securely with one hand.
He looked into the room. It was empty, though a torch burned on one wall. It looked like a guardroom, though, so Ezio hoped he was on the right track.
Farther along on the same level there was another, similar window. Ezio made his way to it and peered through the bars, though there seemed no reason for bars. No one slim enough to escape through this window would be able to climb down a good 150 feet to the ground, and then make it across the open ground to the river and possible safety. The light was dimmer here, but Ezio could see immediately that it was a cell.
Then he drew in his breath sharply. There, still in chains, was Caterina! She sat on a rough bench against one wall, but Ezio could not see if she was also chained to it. Her head was down, and Ezio did not know if she was awake or asleep.
Whatever the case, she raised her head at a thunderous hammering on the door.
“Open up!” Ezio heard Lucrezia cry.
One of the two guards outside the door, who had both been dozing, hastened to obey. “Yes,
Once inside the cell, and followed by one of the guards, Lucrezia wasted no time at all. From the conversation Ezio had already heard, he could guess the reason for her fury: jealousy. Lucrezia believed that Caterina and Cesare had become lovers. He could not believe that to be true. The thought of Caterina being defiled by such a monster of depravity was something his mind refused to accept.
Lucrezia rushed across the cell and pulled Caterina to her feet by her hair, bringing her face close to her prisoner’s. “You bitch! How was your journey from Forli to Rome? Did you ride in Cesare’s private carriage? What did you get up to?”
Caterina looked her in the eye. “You’re pathetic, Lucrezia. Even more pathetic if you think I’d live by the same standards as you.”
Enraged, Lucrezia threw her to the floor. “What did he talk about? His plans for Naples?” She paused. “Did you…enjoy it?”
Wiping blood from her face, Caterina said: “I really can’t remember.”
Her quiet insolence drove Lucrezia into a blind fury. Pushing the guard aside, she seized an iron bar used for slatting across the door and brought it down heavily across Caterina’s back. “Perhaps you will remember
Now, Caterina screamed in intense pain. Lucrezia stood back, satisfied.
“Good. That’s put you in your place at last!”
She threw the iron rod onto the floor and strode out of the cell. The guard followed her and the door slammed shut. Ezio noticed that there was a grille set into it.
“Lock it, and give me the key,” ordered Lucrezia from the outside.
There was a rattle and a rusty creak as the key turned, then a chain clattered as the key was handed over.
“Here it is,
“Good. Now, if I come back and catch you asleep at your post, I’ll have you flogged. One hundred lashes. Understood?”
“Yes,
Ezio listened to Lucrezia’s footsteps as they grew fainter. He considered. The best way to reach the cell would be from above.
He climbed up until he came to another opening, giving on to a guard’s walkway. This time, sentries were on duty, but it seemed that there were only two, patrolling together. He calculated it must take them five minutes to complete the circuit, so he waited until they had passed and then swung himself inside once again.
Crouching low, Ezio followed the guards at a distance until he came to a doorway in the wall from which a stone stairway led downward. He knew that he’d climbed into the Castel two floors above where Caterina’s cell was located, and so, two flights down, he left the stairway and found himself in a corridor similar to the one in which he’d seen the encounter between Cesare and Lucrezia, only this time it was clad in stone, not wood. He doubled back in the direction of Caterina’s cell, encountering no one, though passing a number of heavy doors, each with a grille, which suggested cells. As the wall curved following the line of the Castel, he heard voices ahead and recognized the Piedmontese accent of the guard who’d been talking to Lucrezia.
“This is no place for me,” he was grumbling. “Did you hear the way she spoke to me? I wish I was back in fucking Torino.”
Ezio edged forward. The guards were facing the door, as Caterina had appeared at the grille. She spotted Ezio behind them as he withdrew into the shadows.
“Oh, my poor back,” she said to the guards. “Can you give me some water?”
There was a jug of water on the table near the door, where the two guards had been sitting earlier. One of them picked it up and brought it close to the grille.
“Anything else you require, Princess?” he asked sarcastically.
The guard from Turin sniggered.
“Come on, have a heart,” said Caterina. “If you open the door, I might show you something worth your while.”
The guards immediately became more formal. “No need for that,
The guard with the water jug unlatched the grille and passed the jug to Caterina through it. Then he closed the grille again.
“About time we were relieved, isn’t it?” said the Piedmontese guard.
“Yes, Luigi and Stefano should have been here by now.”
They looked at each other.
“Do you think that bitch Lucrezia will be back anytime soon?”
“Shouldn’t think so.”
“Then why don’t we take a look down the guardroom—see what’s keeping them?”
“All right. Only take us a couple of minutes anyway.”
Ezio watched as they disappeared around the curve of the wall, and then he was at the grille.
“Ezio,” breathed Caterina. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“Visiting my tailor—what do you think?”
“For Christ’s sake, Ezio, do you think we have time for
“I’m going to get you out. Tonight.”
“If you do, Cesare will hunt you down like a dog.”
“I think he’s already trying to do that. But his men don’t seem all that fanatical, to judge by these two. Do you know if the guards have another key?”
