Veretti’s Dark Vengeance

‘So far,’ he pointed out.

‘Yes, so far. The preliminary skirmish has been interesting, but it’s not the whole war.’

‘Perhaps the part that’s still to come won’t be a war,’ he suggested.

‘Oh, I think it will. More fun that way!’

He nodded. ‘My own feelings exactly. So why don’t I start by making a raid on enemy territory? I think I’d better come back with you tonight, and secure possession of “my” head.’

‘Yes, it is rather revealing, isn’t it?’

He raised his glass.

‘To a long-a very long-truce,’ he said.

‘Armed truce?’ she asked, raising hers.

‘Whichever you think most enjoyable.’

‘Armed, then.’

They clinked again.

She wondered what he was really feeling, and if he even knew the answer himself. They were both playing a game, but she was ready, and what counted was whatever was interesting.

And the coming night was going to be very interesting.

As Salvatore had said, the restaurant’s modest appearance was deceptive. It served the very best Venetian cuisine, and Helena was soon deep in delicious choices, risotto with asparagus, risotto with pumpkin, braised beef with Amarone wine.

‘You’ll at least admit that Venetian cooking is the best in the world,’ Salvatore urged, watching her, eyes alight with humour.

‘I’m not sure I could go that far,’ she said in a tone of serious consideration. ‘I’m afraid the closest I could come would be to say-that it’s the best I’ve ever tasted,’ she finished wickedly.

‘That’ll do for now.’

‘But Venetian glass is different. That, of course, is definitely the best in the world.’

It was the perfect choice of subject. As she’d hoped, he began to tell her about the interest they shared. It was something Antonio had tried to do, but he lacked a feel for history and he hadn’t made it live as Salvatore did easily.

‘Venice stands poised between east and west,’ he said, ‘and in many ways it’s a city of the east. In the thirteenth century, when Constantinople was sacked during the crusades, some of the fleeing glass workers came to Venice, bringing with them techniques that made the world wonder, and beauty that had never been seen before.

‘They were soon among the most important citizens in the Venetian republic. They could wear swords and do almost anything without fear of prosecution.’

‘Ah, I see!’ she said knowingly.

‘Just what do you think you see?’

‘That kind of power might affect some people. They’d start to feel they’d always be free to please themselves.’

Salvatore nodded, conceding her point.

‘And you think such arrogance might have continued to the present day?’ he asked with an air of innocence that would have fooled anyone but her.

‘Sure to, I’d say. Remind you of anyone you know?’

‘Possibly my great-great-grandfather, Claudio Veretti. He married into a noble family, which was common, as they were in great demand, owing to their privileges. The family originally owned the palazzo, but since they were spendthrifts it soon passed into my ancestor’s hands.’

‘And naturally he changed the name and put his stamp on it,’ Helena supplied.

‘Naturally. In those days people of affluence didn’t marry for love. They married to create more wealth, and what’s the point of doing that if you can’t advertise the fact?’

‘Is that meant to be a dig at me?’ she asked suddenly.

‘What?’

‘People of affluence marrying to create more wealth, which is what you assumed I did-’

‘No! Helena, for pity’s sake, I thought we’d put that behind us. I was wrong, I know that now. You didn’t marry Antonio for his money. You didn’t need to. The Press said you amassed a fortune during your modelling career.’ He saw her raised eyebrows and hastened to say, ‘I looked you up recently on the internet. The information wasn’t much, it didn’t even mention that you had married Antonio-’

‘Nobody knew. We wanted to be left alone.’

‘Antonio didn’t even tell his family.’

‘I think he knew you wouldn’t approve of me.’

Sensing the approach of danger, he veered off hastily.

‘As I said, little information but plenty of pictures. I practically watched you grow up, from pretty to beautiful to astounding. I guess that’s why Antonio fell in love with you.’

‘Not according to him. He didn’t know me as a model. I’d already given it up when we met. I couldn’t stand the life any longer. I wanted something else so I fancied myself as a businesswoman.’

She gave a little choke of laughter.

‘Talk about delusional! I nearly let myself get conned out of every penny by a trickster. Luckily Antonio was staying in the same hotel and knew the man by reputation. He stepped in and saved me. That’s how we met.’

She elaborated on the story, deliberately emphasising the details that made Antonio look wise and herself look foolish.

‘The rest of the world saw me as a powerful woman who could have everything she wanted. Antonio saw me as a daft female, in need of male protection. In an odd way that’s what attracted me to him. Shockingly unliberated, but I found I liked it. He thought I needed looking after. Nobody else ever did. For two years we looked after each other.’

She fell silent a moment, gazing into the distance with a faint smile on her face. Salvatore caught his breath as he realised this was the look he’d seen before, when she went into another world, from which he was barred.

‘What are you thinking?’ he asked gently.

‘About him, the way he was, the silly things he used to say, the way we laughed together.’

Helena looked up suddenly and he was relieved to see that she was back with him.

‘Don’t be sad,’ he said impulsively.

‘I’m not. I’ll always have him.’

She waited while the waiter cleared the course away. Not until she was contemplating coffee and cheesecake trifle did she say, ‘I wish you’d talk to me about him. What was he like when he was younger? And don’t be embarrassed to tell me about his conquests. There can’t be many that he didn’t tell me about himself.’

‘He told you?’

‘We were very, very good friends.’

Suddenly a drop of water landed on her hand. Then another.

‘It’s raining,’ Salvatore said. ‘We’d better get inside.’

They scuttled in and found a seat to finish their wine. Salvatore spoke to someone on his cell-phone.

‘The boat will be here in a minute,’ he said.

‘I hope it’s a nice, sheltered motor boat,’ she said, for now the rain was pelting down hard.

‘No, it’s a gondola.’

‘A gondola-in this?’ She waved her hand at the window.

He grinned. ‘Wait and see.’

She understood as soon as the boat arrived. A small cabin had been fixed on the top, made of a ceiling and corner supports, clipped to the side of the boat, with curtains around the four sides.

‘Of course,’ she exclaimed. ‘It has a felze. Antonio said that at one time all gondolas had them so that people could travel in privacy, but now they’re not seen very often.’

‘No, these days the passengers tend to be tourists, who want to look out at the view, and a felze would get in the way.’

The gondolier pulled back the curtains on one side and reached out to help her in, while Salvatore steadied her