'I... I don't know.'
'They saw you from the ramparts. I came out personally. You had been travelling for I don't know how long, and you have a horrific wound.'
Ezio struggled with his memory. 'Something is coming back to me now. I had retrieved the Apple from Checco. but there was another man who came soon afterwards - he took the Apple!'
'Who?'
'He wore a black hood, like a monk - and I think. had a finger missing!' Ezio struggled to sit up. 'How long have I been lying here? I have to go - right away!' he started to rise, but it was as if his limbs were made of lead, and as he moved, a terrible dizziness overcame him, so he was obliged to lie back again.
'Whoa! What did that monk do to me?'
Caterina leaned over him. 'You can't go anywhere yet, Ezio. Even you need time to recover if you are to fight the battles well which lie ahead; and I can see a long and arduous journey in front of you. But cheer up! Niccolo has returned to Florence. He will look after matters there. And your other fellow Assassins are vigilant. So stay a while.' She kissed his forehead, then, tentatively at first, his lips. 'And if there is anything I can do to. hasten your recovery, you have only to say the word.' Her hand began very gently to wander downwards beneath the sheets until she found her objective. 'Wow,' she smiled. 'I think I am already succeeding - a little.'
'You are quite a woman, Caterina Sforza.'
She laughed. 'Tesoro, if ever I were to write the story of my life, I would shock the world.'
Ezio was strong and still, at thirty years old, a young man in his prime. Moreover, he had undergone some of the toughest training known to man, so it was really no wonder that he was up and about again sooner than most would have been. But his right arm had been severely weakened by Checco's blow, and he knew he needed to work hard to recover the full strength he required to resume his quest. He made himself be patient, and under Caterina's strict but understanding guidance, spent his enforced time at Forli in quiet contemplation, when he could often be found sitting under the vines lost in one of Poliziano's books, or, more frequently, in vigorous exercise of every kind.
And then a morning came when Caterina arrived in his chamber to find him dressed for travel, and a page helping him pull on his riding boots. She sat on the bed beside him.
'So the time has come?' she said.
'Yes. I can delay no longer.'
She looked sad and left the room, to return not long afterwards with a scroll. 'Well, the time had to come,' she said, 'and God knows your task is more important than our enjoyment - for which I hope another time will come round again soon!' She showed him the scroll. 'Here - I have brought you a leaving-present.'
'What is it?'
'Something you will need.'
She unrolled it and Ezio saw that it was a map of the entire peninsula, from Lombardy to Calabria, and all across it, as well as the roads and towns, a number of crosses were marked on it, in red ink.
Ezio looked up at her. 'It's the map Machiavelli spoke of. Your husband's -'
'My late husband's, mio caro. Niccolo and I made a couple of important discoveries while you were on your travels. The first is that we timed our. removal of dear Girolamo rather well, for he'd just about completed his work on this. The second is that it is of inestimable value, for even if the Templars have the Apple, they cannot hope to find the Vault without the Map.'
'You know about the Vault?'
'Darling, you can be just a tad naive at times. Of course I do.' She became more businesslike. 'But fully to disarm our enemies, you must recover the Apple. This map will help you bring your full great task to an end.'
As she handed him the Map, their fingers touched, lingered and entwined. And their eyes would not leave each other's.
'There is an abbey in the Wetlands near here,' Caterina said at last. 'Dominicans. Their Order wears black hoods. I'd start there.' Her eyes were shining and she looked away. 'Now go! Find us that troublesome monk!'
Ezio smiled. 'I think I'm going to miss you, Caterina.'
She smiled back, a bit too brightly. For once in her life she was finding it hard to be brave. 'Oh, I know you will.'
24
The monk who welcomed Ezio at the Wetlands Abbey was as monks should be - plump and rubicund, but he had flaming red hair and puckish, shrewd eyes, and spoke with an accent Ezio recognized from some of the condottieri he'd encountered in Mario's service - the man was from Ireland.
'Blessings on you, brother.'
'Grazie, Padre -'
'I am Brother O'Callahan -'
'I wonder if you can help me?'
'That's why we are here, brother. Of course, we live in troubled times. It's hard to think straight without something in our stomachs.'
'You mean something in your coin-purse.'
'You take me wrong. I'm not asking you for anything.' The monk spread his hands. 'But the Lord helps the generous.'
Ezio shook out some florins and passed them across. 'If it's not enough.'
The monk looked reflective. 'Ah, well, the thought is there. But the truth is that the Lord actually helps the slightly more generous.'
Ezio continued shaking out coins until Brother O'Callahan's expression cleared. 'The Order appreciates your open-handedness, brother.' He folded his hands on his belly. 'What do you seek?'
'A black-hooded monk - who lacks one of his ten fingers.'
'Hmmn. Brother Guido has only nine toes. Are you sure it wasn't a toe?'
'Quite sure.'
'And then there's Brother Domenico, but it's his entire left arm he's lacking.'
'No. I'm sorry, but I'm quite sure it was a finger.'
'Hmmn.' The monk paused, deep in thought. 'Now, wait a moment! I do recall a black-cowled monk with only nine fingers. Yes! Of course! It was when we had our last San Vicenzo's Feast at our abbey in Tuscany.'
Ezio smiled. 'Yes, I know the place. I'll try there. Grazie.'
'Go in peace, brother.'
'I always do.' Ezio crossed the mountains westwards into Tuscany, and though the journey was a long and difficult one, as autumn approached and the days became unkinder, he felt his greatest trepidation when he approached the abbey - for it was the place where one of those implicated in the plot to assassinate Lorenzo de' Medici - Jacopo de' Pazzi's secretary, Stefano de Bagnone - had met his end at Ezio's hands long ago.
It was unfortunate that the abbot who greeted him here was one who had been a witness to that killing.
'Excuse me,' Ezio said to him first. 'I wonder if you can -'
But the abbot, recognizing him, drew back in horror, and cried, 'May all the Archangels - Uriel, Raphael, Michael, Saraquel, Gabriel, Remiel and Raguel - may they all in their Mightiness protect us!' He turned his blazing eyes from heaven to Ezio. 'Unholy Demon! Begone!'
'What's the matter?' said Ezio, in consternation.
'What's the matter? What's the matter? You are the one who murdered Brother Stefano. On this Holy Ground!' A nervous group of brothers had gathered at a safe distance, and the abbot now turned to them. 'He has returned! The killer of monks and priests has returned!' he pronounced in a voice of thunder, and then took flight,
