Chapter 1
Brescia, Italy
September 19th, 1499
The Brescian air had dawned clear and cold, hinting at the beginning of autumn. Tradesmen of the market season began to pack their wagons of mildewed goods, heading to their farmhouses in the northwest Dutchy of Savoy, waiting for the following spring.
–Michelle,’ yelled a man who spoke in an adenoidal tone, almost as if the seasonal difference didn’t agree with him.
The man called Michelle glanced to his behind, halting his wagon at the sight of the caller. “Nicolo!” Michelle yelled in a gleeful, voice.
–Ciao, I’ve eard of your wife being expectant, my friend.
–Osana yearns for a girl, I feel it is a boy.
–Ah. And where ar ya ’eaded?
–Faenza, Fortz, then Cesena. I’ll be going home after, for Osana.
–I’ve esteemed your compassion for years, Michelle. I’ll be eadin’ to Milan, I’ll cease to pass Brescia for a stay.
–I’m sure Osana will appreciate that, Nicolo. But I have to go, the Medicis are anticipating correspondence with the Duke of Milan within the hour.”
