That was it! There was still hope.
'You cannot close,' he told them. 'I need your help.'
'But Messere, without someone to run things, we are finished.'
A voice near him said decisively: 'I'll do it.'
It was Claudia.
Ezio wheeled on her. 'You do not belong here, sister!'
'I know how to run a business,' she retorted. 'I ran Uncle Mario's estates out in the sticks for years.'
'This is quite different!'
His mother's calming voice intervened. 'What alternative do you have, Ezio? You need someone fast, evidently. You know you can trust your sister.'
Ezio saw the logic of this, but it would mean putting Claudia on the front line-the very place he most dreaded her being. He glared at her. She returned the look with defiance.
'You do this, Claudia, and you are on your own. You'll get no special protection from me!'
'I've done perfectly well without that for twenty years,' she sneered.
'Fine,' he returned icily. 'Then you'd better get down to work. First of all, I want this place thoroughly cleaned up, redecorated, improved in every way. Even this garden needs a good job done on it. I want this place to be the best establishment in town. And God knows you've got competition. And I want the girls clean-this New Disease no one seems to know much about-well, it's worst of all in the ports and in the biggest cities-so we all know what that means.'
'We'll see to it,' replied Claudia coldly.
'You'd better. And there's another thing. While you're at it, I want your courtesans to find the whereabouts of Caterina Sforza.' He remained stone-faced.
'You can count on us.'
'You're in this now, Claudia-any mistakes, they're on your head.'
'I can take care of myself, brother.'
'I hope you can,' growled Ezio, turning on his heel.
TWENTY-ONE
Ezio was busy for the next few weeks-consolidating the remaining forces of the Brotherhood gathered in Rome and deciding what use to make of the initial information he had gathered from them, from La Volpe, and from the early reports sent by Bartolomeo. He hardly dared hope yet that the tide against the Borgia was turning, but it may have been that he was looking at the beginning of the end. He remembered, however, the old adage about how much easier it is to handle a young lion than to approach an old, experienced one. And against his cautious optimism was the fact that Cesare's grip on the Romagna was tightening and the French held Milan. Nor had the French withdrawn their support from the papal commander. Years earlier, the Cardinal of San Pietro in Vincula, Giuliano della Rovere, the Pope's great enemy, had tried to turn the French against the Borgia and topple Alexander from his seat, but Alexander had outwitted him. How could Ezio succeed where della Rovere had failed? But at least no one had poisoned the cardinal-he was too powerful for that-and the cardinal remained Ezio's ace in the hole.
Ezio had also decided, though this he kept to himself-that his mission should be to encourage the Brotherhood to relocate their headquarters permanently to Rome. Rome was at the center of world affairs, as it was also the center of world corruption. Where else could be better suited-especially now that Monteriggioni was no longer a viable option? He also had plans for a system of distribution of the Brotherhood's funds in response to individual Assassins' successfully completed missions. Those diamonds he'd taken from the slave traders had come in very handy, a welcome addition to the campaign fund.
One day…
But 'one day' was still a long way off. The Brotherhood still had no new elected leader, though by common consent and by virtue of their actions, he and Machiavelli had become its temporary chiefs. But they were still only temporary. Nothing had been ratified in formal council.
And Caterina preyed on his mind.
He had left Claudia to oversee the renovation of the Rosa in Fiore without any supervision or interference. Let her sink or swim in her own overweening confidence! It'd be no fault of his if she sank. But the brothel was an important link in his network, and he admitted to himself that if he really had had absolutely no faith in her, he might have leaned on her harder in the first place. Now was the time to put her work-what she had achieved-to the test.
When he returned to the Rosa in Fiore, he was as surprised as he was pleased. Just as successful, he hoped, as his own previous transformations in the city, and at Bartolomeo's barracks, had been (though even for those he was modest and realistic enough not to take all the credit). But he hid his delight as he took in the sumptuous rooms hung with costly tapestries, the wide sofas, the soft silk cushions, and the white wines chilled with ice-an expensive luxury.
The girls looked like ladies, not whores, and judging from their manner someone had evidently taught them to be much more refined. And as for the clientele-the least he could infer was that business was booming, and though he had had his reservations about the nature of their standing before, there could be no doubt now. Looking around the central salon, he could see at least a dozen assorted cardinals and senators, as well as members of the Apostolic Camera and other officers of the Curia.
All enjoying themselves, all relaxed, and all-he hoped-unsuspecting. But the proof of the pudding would lie in the value of the information Claudia's courtesans were able to extract from this venal bunch of slobs.
He caught sight of his sister-modestly dressed, he was glad to see-talking rather (to his mind) too affectionately to Ascanio Sforza, the former vice-chancellor of the Curia and now in Rome again after his brief disgrace, trying to wheedle his way back into papal favor. When Claudia caught sight of Ezio, her expression changed. She excused herself from the cardinal and came toward him, a brittle smile on her face.
'Welcome to the Rosa in Fiore, Brother,' she said.
'Indeed.' He did not smile.
'As you can see, it is the most popular brothel in Rome.'
'Corruption is still corruption, however well dressed it is.'
She bit her lip. 'We have done well. And don't forget why this place really exists.'
'Yes,' he replied. 'The Brotherhood's money seems to have been well invested.'
'That's not all. Come to the office.'
To Ezio's surprise, he found Maria there, doing some paperwork with an accountant. Mother and son greeted each other guardedly.
'I want to show you this,' said Claudia, producing a book. 'Here is where I keep a list of all the skills taught to my girls.'
'Your girls?' Ezio could not keep the sarcasm out of his voice. His sister was taking to this like a duck to water.
'Why not? Take a look.' Her own manner had tightened.
Ezio leafed through the proffered book. 'You are not teaching them much.'
'Think you could do better?' she answered sarcastically.
'Nessun problema,' Ezio said unpleasantly.
Sensing trouble, Maria abandoned her accounts and came up to them. 'Ezio,' she said, 'the Borgia make it difficult for Claudia's girls. They keep out of trouble, but it's hard to avoid suspicion. There are several things you could do to aid them…'
'I'll keep that in mind. You must let me have a note of them.' Ezio turned his attention back to Claudia. 'Anything else?'
'No.' She paused, then said: 'Ezio-'
'What?'
'Nothing.'
