you might like to wear gloves when you use it - the blade is keen.'
Ezio was too fascinated - and grateful - to be angry for long. 'This is extraordinary,' he said, opening and closing the dagger several times until he could time its use perfectly. 'Incredible.'
'Isn't it?' agreed Leonardo. 'Are you sure you don't have any more pages like this one?'
'I'm sorry.'
'Well, listen, if you do happen across any more, please bring them to me.'
'You have my word. And how much do I owe you for - ?'
'A pleasure. Most instructive. There is no -'
They were interrupted by a hammering at the outer door of the studio. Leonardo hurried through to the front of the building as Agniolo and Innocento looked up fearfully. The person on the other side of the door had started to bellow, 'Open up, by order of the Florentine Guard!'
'Just a moment!' Leonardo shouted back, but in a lower voice he said to Ezio, 'Stay back there.'
Then he opened the door, and stood in it, blocking the guardsman's way.
'You Leonardo da Vinci?' asked the guard in one of those loud, bullying, official voices.
'What can I do for you?' said Leonardo, moving out into the street, obliging the guard to step back.
'I am empowered to ask you certain questions.' Leonardo had by now so manoeuvred himself that the guard had his back to the doorway of the studio.
'What seems to be the trouble?'
'We've had a report that you were seen just now consorting with a known enemy of the city.'
'What, me? Consorting? Preposterous!'
'When was the last time you either saw or spoke to Ezio Auditore?'
'Who?'
'Don't play silly buggers with me. We know you were close to the family. Sold the mother a couple of your daubs. Maybe I need to refresh your memory a bit?' And the guard hit Leonardo in the stomach with the butt of his halberd. With a sharp cry of pain, Leonardo doubled up and fell to the ground, where the guard kicked him. 'Ready to chat now, are we? I don't like artists. Load of poofs.'
But this had given Ezio enough time to step quietly through the doorway and position himself behind the guard. The street was deserted. The nape of the man's sweaty neck was exposed. It was as good a time as any to give his new toy a trial run. He raised his hand, triggered the release mechanism, and the silent blade shot out. With a deft movement of his now open right hand, Ezio stabbed once into the side of the guard's neck. The recently honed edge of the blade was viciously sharp, and eased through the man's jugular without the slightest resistance. The guard fell, dead before he hit the ground.
Ezio helped Leonardo up.
'Thank you,' said the shaken artist.
'I'm sorry - I didn't mean to kill him - there was no time -'
'Sometimes we don't have an alternative. But I should be used to this by now.'
'What do you mean?'
'I was involved in the Saltarelli case.'
Ezio remembered then. A young artist's model, Jacopo Saltarelli, had been anonymously denounced a few weeks earlier for practising prostitution, and Leonardo, along with three others, had been accused of patronizing him. The case had fallen apart for lack of evidence, but some of the mud had stuck. 'But we don't prosecute homosexual men here,' he said. 'Why, I seem to remember that the Germans have a nickname for them - they call them Florenzer.'
'It's still officially against the law,' said Leonardo drily. 'You can still get fined. And with men like Alberti in charge -'
'What about the body?'
'Oh,' said Leonardo. 'It's quite a windfall. Help me drag it inside before anyone sees us. I'll put it with the others.'
'Windfall? Others?'
'The cellar's quite cold. They keep for a week. I get one or two cadavers that no one else wants from the hospital now and then. All unofficial, of course. But I cut them open, and dig about a bit - it helps me with my research.'
Ezio looked at his friend more than curiously. 'What?'
'I think I told you - I like to find out how things work.'
They dragged the body out of sight, and Leonardo's two assistants manhandled it through a door down some stone steps, out of sight.
'But what if they send someone after him - to find out what happened to him?'
Leonardo shrugged. 'I'll deny all knowledge.' He winked. 'I'm not without powerful friends here, Ezio.'
Ezio was nonplussed. He said, 'Well, you seem confident enough.'
'Just don't mention this incident to anyone else.'
'I won't - and thank you, Leonardo, for everything.'
'A pleasure. And don't forget -' a hungry look had crept into his eyes, '- if you find any more pages from this Codex, bring them to me. Who knows what other new designs they might contain.'
'I promise!' Ezio made his way back to Paola's house in triumphant mood, though he did not forget to lose himself in the anonymity of the crowd as he passed back north through the town.
Paola greeted him with some relief. 'You were gone longer than I'd expected.'
'Leonardo likes to talk.'
'But that's not all he did, I hope?'
'Oh no. Look!' And he showed her the wrist-dagger, extending it from his sleeve with an extravagant flourish, and a boyish grin.
'Impressive.'
'Yes.' Ezio looked at it admiringly. 'I'll need a bit of practice with it. I want to keep all my own fingers.'
Paola looked serious. 'Well, Ezio, it looks as if you're all set. I've given you the skills you need, Leonardo has repaired your weapon.' She took a breath. 'All that's needed now is for you to do the deed.'
'Yes,' said Ezio quietly, his expression darkening again. 'The question is, how best to gain access to Messer Alberti.'
Paola looked thoughtful. 'Duke Lorenzo is back with us. He isn't happy about the executions Alberti authorized in his absence, but he doesn't have the power to challenge the Gonfaloniere. Nevertheless, there's to be a vernissage for Maestro Verrocchio's latest work at the cloister of Santa Croce tomorrow night. All Florentine society will be there, including Alberti.' She looked at him. 'I think you should be, too.'
Ezio found out that the piece of sculpture to be unveiled was a bronze statue of David, the biblical hero with whom Florence associated itself, poised as the city was between the twin Goliaths of Rome to the south and the land-hungry kings of France to the north. It had been commissioned by the Medici family and was destined to be installed in the Palazzo Vecchio. The Maestro had started work on it three or four years earlier, and a rumour had been going round that the head was modelled on one of Verrocchio's handsomer young apprentices of the time - a certain Leonardo da Vinci. At any rate, there was great excitement, and people were already dithering about what to wear for the occasion.
Ezio had other matters to ponder.
'Watch over my mother and sister while I'm gone,' he asked Paola.
'As if they were my own.'
'And if anything should happen to me -'
'Have faith, and it won't.'
Ezio made his way to Santa Croce in good time the following evening. He had spent the previous hours preparing himself, and honing his skills with his new weapon, until he was satisfied that he was fully proficient in its use. His thoughts dwelt on the deaths of his father and brothers, and the cruel tones of Alberti's voice as he passed sentence rang all too clearly in his mind.
As he approached, he saw two figures whom he recognized walking ahead of him, slightly apart from a small squad of bodyguards whose uniform displayed a badge of five red balls on a yellow ground. They appeared to be
