'I recall a reference to the Aguirrez family in an eighteenth cen- tury treatise on pre-Columbian voyages to the Americas. Aguirrez was said to have made many fishing trips to North American waters decades before Columbus's voyage. Unfortunately, he ran afoul of the Spanish Inquisition. There were unverified reports he had been en- trusted with the Roland relics.'
'From what you say, the Roland story was not just a legend. The sword and the horn actually existed.'
'The Inquisition apparently thought so. They feared the relics could be used to rally the Basques.'
'What happened to Aguirrez and the relics?' 'They both disappeared. There is no record of a shipwreck that I can recall. May I ask what prompts your interest in the subject?' 'I met a descendant of Diego Aguirrez. He's retracing the voyage
of his long-lost ancestor, but he never said anything about sacred relics.'
'I'm not surprised. Basque separatists are still setting off bombs in Spain. Lord knows what would happen if they got their hands on po- tent symbols like this.'
'Do you remember anything else about Aguirrez?' 'Not off the top of my head. I'll dig around in my books when I aet home.' Perlmutter owned one of the world's finest marine li- braries. 'I'll be back in Georgetown in a few days, after a stop-off in Milan.'
'You've been a great help as usual. We'll talk again. Buon ap- petito.'
'Grazier Perlmutter said, clicking off his phone. He turned his
attention back to the table. He was about to dig in to a plate of marinated artichoke hearts when his host, who owned the villa and the surrounding vineyards, came in with the bottle of wine he had gone for.
Shock registered on the man's face. 'You're not touching your food. Are you ill?'
'Oh no, Signor Nocci. I was distracted by a telephone call re- garding a question of a historical nature.'
The silver-haired Italian nodded. 'Perhaps a taste of the chingali, the wild boar, will help your memory. The sauce was made from truffles found in my woods.'
'A splendid suggestion, my friend.' With the dam breached, Perl- mutter dug into the food with his usual gusto. Nocci politely held his curiosity at bay while his guest devoured the repast. But when Perl- mutter dabbed his small mouth and set his napkin aside, Nocci said, I am an amateur historian. It is impossible not to be when one lives in a country surrounded by the remnants of countless civilizations. Perhaps I can help you with your question.'
Perlmutter poured himself another glass of 1997 Chianti and re- counted his conversation with Austin. The Italian cocked his head.
'I know nothing about this Basque, but your story brings to mind something I came across while doing some research in the Biblioteca Laurenziana.f)
'I visited the Laurentian Library many years ago. I was fascinated by the manuscripts.'
'More than ten thousand masterpieces,' Nocci said, nodding his head. 'As you know, the library was founded by the Medici family to house their priceless collection of papers. I have been writing a paper on Lorenzo the Magnificent which I hope to publish some day, although I doubt if anyone will read it.'
'Be assured, / shall read it,' Perlmutter said grandly. 'Then it will have been worth my labor,' Nocci said. 'Anyway, one of the hazards of research is the temptation to wander away from the highway, and while I was at the library, I traveled a side road that led to the Medici Pope Leo X. With the death of King Ferdinand in 1516, his seventeen-year-old successor, Charles V, encountered pres- sure to restrict the power of the Inquisition. In the great humanist tradition of the Medici family, Leo favored curtailing the Inquisitors. But Charles's advisors persuaded the young king that the Inquisition was essential to maintain his rule, and the persecution continued an- other three hundred years.'
'A sad chapter in human history. It's comforting to know that
Aguirrez had the courage to speak out, but the dark forces are strong.'
'And none was darker than a Spaniard named Martinez. He sent a letter to the king urging him to support the Inquisition and expand its powers. As far as I can determine, the letter was forwarded to Leo for his comment and came to the library with the Pope's other pa- pers.' He shook his head. 'It is the fanatical raving of a monster. Martinez hated the Basques, wanted them wiped from the face of the earth. I remember there was a mention of Roland, which I recall thinking was unusual in this context.'
'What was the nature of this reference?'
Nocci heaved a great sigh and tapped his head with his forefinger. 'I can't remember. One of the consequences of growing old.'
'Perhaps you'll remember after more wine.'
'I trust the wine more than my memory,' Nocci said, with a smile. 'The assistant curator at the library is a friend of mine. Please relax, and I will make a telephone call.' He was back in a few minutes. 'She says she would be happy to produce the letter I mentioned for us any time we want to look at it.'
Perlmutter pushed his great bulk back from the table and rose to his feet. 'I think perhaps a little exercise would do me some good.'
The trip to Florence took less than fifteen minutes. Nocci usually drove a Fiat, but in expectation ofPerlmutter's visit, he had leased a Mercedes, which more comfortably accommodated his guest's wide girth. They parked near the leather and souvenir stalls that abounded in the Piazza San Lorenzo and went through an entrance to the left of the Medici family's old parish chapel.
Passing into the quiet cloisters, they left the bustle of commerce be- hind them and climbed the Michelangelo stairs into the reading room. The sturdy frame that supported Perlmutter's large figure al- lowed more agility than would have seemed possible under the laws of gravity. Still, he was puffing from the exertion of climbing the staircase and gladly agreed when Nocci said that he would fetch his friend. Perlmutter strolled past the rows of carved straight-backed benches, basking in the light that was filtering through the high win- dows as he breathed in the musty odor of antiquity.
Nocci returned after a minute with a handsome middle-aged Woman, whom he introduced as Mara Maggi, the assistant curator.
She had the reddish-blond hair and fair Florentine complexion that showed up so often in Botticelli paintings.
Perlmutter shook her hand. 'Thank you for seeing us on such short notice, Signora Maggi.'
She greeted Perlmutter with a radiant smile. 'Not at all. It is a pleasure to open our collection to someone of such repute. Please come with me. The letter you wish to see is in my office.'
She led the way to a space whose window overlooked the cloister garden and settled Perlmutter in a small anteroom that had a spare desk and a couple of chairs. Several pages of wrinkled parchment lay in an open vellum-bound wooden box. She left the two men alone and said to call if they needed any help.
Nocci gingerly lifted the first parchment page from the folder and held it by the edges. 'My Spanish is not too bad. If you'll allow me…
Perlmutter nodded and Nocci began to read. As he listened, Perl- mutter decided that he had seldom heard writing that dripped with so much venom and bloodthirsty hatred. The diatribe was a litany of charges directed at the Basques-witchcraft and Satanism among them. Even the uniqueness of their language was used in evidence. Martinez was obviously a madman. But behind his ravings was a clever political message to the young Medici king: To restrict the In- quisition would diminish the power of the throne.
'Ah,' Nocci said, adjusting his reading glasses, 'here is the pas- sage I was telling you about. Martinez writes:
But it is their tendency to rebellion I fear the most. They are at- tached to relics. They have the Sword, and the Horn, to which they attribute great powers. It gives them the power to rebel. Which will threaten the authority of the church and of your kingdom, my lord.
There is one among them, a man called Aguirrez, who is at the heart of this sedition. I have vowed to pursue him to the ends of the earth, to reclaim these relics. Sire, if our Sacred Mission is not al- lowed to continue its work until heresy is uprooted from the land, I fear the call of Roland's horn will summon our enemies to battle and that his Blade will lay waste to all we hold dear.'
'Interesting,' Perlmutter said, knitting his brow. 'First of all, he seems to be saying that the relics are real. And second, that this fel- low Aguirrez has them in his possession. This certainly backs up the legendary accounts of Roland's fall.'
Signora Maggi poked her head in the door and asked if they needed anything. Nocci thanked her and said, 'This is a fascinating document. Do you have any more papers authored by this man Mar- tmez.
