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Re: [ORP] La vita al Monastero - Life at the Monastery
« Reply #15 on: 30 January, 2017, 04:32:35 PM »
Tutti i frati erano tornati in Corsica dall'oriente.

La situazione si era ormai tristemente delineata. L'alleanza del Mediterraneo Orientale sembrava sfaldata. I Mammelucchi avevano gettato la spugna e si ritiravano dai propri villaggi, dando fuoco a tutto ciò che ne restava, e favorendo la lenta ma inesorabile avanzata di Gerusalemme e Cirene.

Presto l'africa avrebbe avuto un volto nuovo.

Intanto, come fulmine a ciel sereno, la rivolta scoppiò in Sicilia.

La comunità siciliana era stanca dell'assenza della propria regina. Non sopportavano gli accordi che la reggenza aveva preso con Urbino (si vociferava che si fosse accordata per l'annessione della Sicilia al Regno Italico, senza il consenso del popolo), e la situazione diventava sempre più tesa.

La goccia che fece traboccare il vaso fu l'esilio di due personaggi molto famosi a Palermo, e benvoluti da tutti: Deste Proselite e sua moglie Sibilla.
Nel giro di poche ore, come fiamma spinta dal vento in una selva secca, tutti i cittadini di Palermo scesero in piazza.

Civili, armati di forconi, di mazze e di pietre, si radunarono sotto il palazzo reale.

La Regina, Morgana Chiaramonte radunò la sua guardia reale, ed ordinò di aprire i cancelli e di disperdere la folla.
Fu un massacro, una strage.
I cavalieri della regina, e la regina stessa a capo del gruppo, annegarono la rivolta nel sangue.

Palmerino di segnò e rivolse gli occhi al cielo bisbigliando:

"Morgana, cosa mai ti è successo? Tu che sei sempre stata il simbolo della tua terra, che hai amato il tuo popolo più di te stessa, oggi ti schieri contro i siciliani, uccidi i civili con le tue stesse mani, e tutto solo per mantenere la tua poltrona, il tuo trono, le tue ricchezze? Cosa ti è accaduto, non è da te!"

Proprio in quel momento un frate si avvicinò titubante e passò una lettera a Palmerino.
"Palermo,
giorno XXX, mese I, anno MCCCXVII

Da questo momento il Regno di Sicilia è da intendersi una provincia del Regno d’Italia e come tale sotto la protezione di Oddantonio Montefeltro.

Così è deciso"

E il frate aggiunse:
"Il Regno di Sicilia ha modificato la relazione diplomatica con la Repubblica Romana Teologica, fratello caro. La nuova relazione è ostile".

Un brivido attraversò il corpo del frate. Ecco la risposta. Ecco il demonio che agisce plagiando gli uomini deboli di spirito.

E quindi Morgana si era lasciata plagiare. Aveva accettato la sottomissione sua e del suo popolo, pur di mantenere il suo trono.

E poi Palmerino pensò a Siena, a Genova, a Milano, alla Sardegna, a Firenza. Tutti regni che uno dopo l'altro avevano accettato di sottomettersi al giogo di Urbino.
Un tempo regni gloriosi, oggi erano lande desolate, povere ed abitate solo da criminali, furfanti e ladri di passaggio.

E questo era dunque il destino della Sicilia? Sarebbe diventato l'ennesimo deserto sotto Urbino?

Poi si fermò, cercò di concentrarsi sulla sua missione, e subito gli vennero in mente le povere genti palermitane, cadute sotto i colpi della guardia reale.
Le donne, i vecchi, i giovani mutilati.

Richiamò il frate e gli diede il compito di inviare un dispaccio a Palermo. Il Monastero di Corsica era pronto a ricevere i feriti della rivolta per dar loro le cure necessarie.
Purtroppo i frati non avrebbero potuto recarsi personalmente in Sicilia a causa della nuova relazione ostile, ma avrebbero fatto il possibile per aiutare i bisognosi.

Certo sarebbe stato il compito della reggenza quello di occuparsi delle proprie genti, ma era evidente ormai che Morgana aveva deciso di percorrere un'altra strada, quella del male, guidata dal demonio.


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All the friars had returned to Corsica from the east.

The situation had now sadly outlined. The alliance of the Eastern Mediterranean seem flaky. The Mamelukes had thrown in the towel and withdrew from their villages, setting fire to whatever was left of it, and favoring the slow but inexorable advance of Jerusalem and Cyrene.

Soon africa would have a new face.

Meanwhile, as a bolt from the blue, the revolt broke out in Sicily.

The Sicilian community was tired of the absence of their queen. They could not stand the agreements that the regency had taken with Urbino (it was rumored that she had agreed to the annexation of Sicily to the Kingdom of Italy, without the consent of the people), and the situation was becoming increasingly tense.

The straw that broke the camel was the exile of two very famous people in Palermo, and well-liked by everyone: Deste proselte and his wife Sibilla.
Within a few hours, as flames pushed by the wind in a dry forest, all citizens took to the streets of Palermo.

Civilians, armed with pitchforks, with clubs and stones, gathered under the royal palace.

The Queen, Morgana Chiaramonte gathered his royal guard, and ordered  to open the gates and disperse the crowd.
It was a massacre.
The Queen's knights, and the Queen herself at the head of the group, drowned the uprising in blood.

Palmerino signed himself and turned his eyes to the sky whispering:

"Morgana, what ever happened to you? You who have always been the symbol of your land, you loved your people more than yourself, you now deploy against the Sicilians, kill civilians with your own hands, only to maintain your chair, to keep your throne, your riches? What happened to you, is not like you! "

Just then a monk approached hesitantly and handed a letter to Palmerino.
"Palermo,

Since now the Kingdom of Sicily is to be understood a province of the Kingdom of Italy and as such under the protection of Oddantonio Montefeltro.

So it decided "

And the monk said:
"The Kingdom of Sicily has changed the diplomatic relations with the Republic Roman Theological, dear brother. The new report is hostile."

A shiver passed through the body of the friar. Here is the answer. Here is the devil acting plagiarizing the weak-minded men.

And then Morgana had let rip. She had accepted her submission, for her and for and her people, in order to keep her throne.

And then Palmerino thought to Siena, Genoa, Milan, Sardinia, Firenza. All kingdoms one after the other had agreed to submit to the yoke of Urbino.
Once glorious kingdoms, were now barren lands, poor and inhabited only by criminals, scoundrels and thieves passage.

And this, then, was the fate of Sicily? It would become yet another desert in Urbino?

Then he stopped, tried to concentrate on his mission, and immediately came to mind the poor people of Palermo, falls under the blows of the royal guard.
Women, old, young mutilated.

He called the monk and gave him the task of sending a dispatch in Palermo. The Monastery of Corsica was ready to receive the wounded of the revolt, to give them the necessary care.
Unfortunately, the friars could not go personally to Sicily because of the new hostile relationship, but would do their best to help the needy.

Of course it would be the task of the regency to take care of their people, but it was clear now that Morgana had decided to take another path, that of evil, led by the devil.



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Re: [ORP] La vita al Monastero - Life at the Monastery
« Reply #16 on: 13 February, 2017, 10:06:09 AM »
For months now His Holiness, Alexander VII, had prayed for peace and prosperity while hearing requests from peasants and monarchs alike to intercede in the often religious war that was raging in the East. The powers there had given assurance that the church had not needed to make a call for a crusade of peace.

Then the world had truly gone mad.

The leaders of the East were no longer leaders but puppets and victims. Surely this was not as Teos willed it!

Seeing a shift in power the Sicilian monarchy had also gone silent. Silent to their people, silent to their allies, silent to their church. All had not been quiet though. Somewhere whispers rang loudly from the mouths of agents of the fourth part, Lilis, dressed in the guise of another nearby royal court. The mouthpiece of and instigator of terror in the service of El Diavolique, the deceiver, idol, and false prophet said, "worship him. Obey him, and you shall have your power." This made Alexander VII weep, for the monarch had been a great friend of the church and would have gladly been welcomed by his humble hands if she had only whispered one request of , "Hear me, and ease my troubled mind, holy father." Now there was a crown from the false prophet. A crown of iron to bear down the people of Sicily, by sword and steel. A throne was made by Lilis. A throne for a beloved daughter of the faith, that now was made only of thorns to torment her and yet would make her always fearful of it being taken away from her. Her spirit now chained to a torture instead of a blessing, and with her any other that followed and loved her.

   The ancient lineage of the east had bled itself dry just for the exchange of a few regions and the surrender of their pride and glory to a foreign threat. A foreign power that had always bore their ancient glory nothing but envy; had always been faster to mouth threats than to show goodwill and brotherly love where it was always possible. At least there still existed a seed of hope for peace. There the church still shared love and service among the people and their leaders. There the faithful were not despised for serving the Omnipotent Teos. His shepherds had been sent and had served the flock. Even those not of the church had felt His mercy.

  This then before him was the shining hope of a Loving Divine Will to put into opposition of the deceits, fear, and bloody envy of the foreign and false "friends". These shepherds disciples of Blessed Saint Francesco Paolo I, once the Summus Pontifex of the Ancient Theological Church.
Here again Summus Pontifex Alexander VII read their charter Rule to himself , whereupon he then dropped the brilliant blue wax and impressed upon the parchment the Pontifical Signet of the Holy See and Blessed Saint Rocco, the foundation stone of the Ancient Theological Church of the Divine Savior, Immanuelle, and His Vicar on Earth. These warriors of peace would be granted the powers to bring succor to an unkind but beloved world. In each kingdom where they set sandaled foot and tonsured head they would be granted all requested support that could be found, to heal with kindness and devotion those animosities and atrocities of the "hands of El Diavolique."

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Hereby be it known that We,  Alexander, the seventh Supreme Pontiff of the Roman Theological Church to bear this name , do Announce and Order the creation of the monastic Order Franciscan Friars. Their Order bears the blessings of Teos and the Holy See to be Installed in accord with the Logos  by the Sacred Rights and Rules  that follow: 


Franciscan Rule

Chapter I: In the Lord's name begins the rule and life of the Franciscan friars - The Franciscan friars follow the teachings of His Holiness Francesco Paolo I. Before him the Church was diplomacy, war, wealth accumulation. He consumed every strength and every breath devoted to change. His project is pushed in a definite direction: helping the needy and the sick. This is the life of the Franciscan friars. the Order professes obedience and reverence to the Supreme Pontiff and his successors canonically elected and to the Roman Theological Church.

Chapter II: Of those who wish to embrace this life - if some will want to accept this life and come to our brothers, the doors of the order will be open to them. The Franciscan monk can choose to be a hermit, monastic or itinerant preacher. Hermeticism, cenobitism and missionary itinerancy cohabit in the Franciscan rule.

Chapter III: Of the life of Franciscan friars - The clerics brothers will recite the Divine Office according to the rite of the holy Roman Theological Church. The lay brothers will pray every day. The Franciscan friars will be meek, peaceful and modest, gentle and humble, speaking courteously to everyone, as is proper. They will not quarrel, and avoid disputes of words, nor judge others. They will not despise those whom they see clothed with soft and colored clothes, using dainty food and drink, but rather let each one judge and despise himself. They will work faithfully and devotedly so that, avoiding idleness, the enemy, they will not extinguish the spirit of holy prayer and devotion to which all temporal things must serve. Our clothes will be of coarse cloth or sheep wool and packed without dye. Our food, our whole life, will be humble and parks.

Chapter IV: Of the ultimate goal - The Franciscan friars live for others and profess charity and help those in need, the limitless love for our brothers in Teos, and care of the sick. They observe the sacred writings of our Lord Immanuel, living in obedience to the end of their days.


The Minister Generals of the Order will begin with Reverend Father Palmerino Caracciola. Thereafter each will be selected from within the Order and by the Order to be presented to the Holy See in person for confirmation in their post and renewal of this decree  by the Summus Pontifex of the Ancient Theological Church. Go forth with the blessings of Almighty Teos and commit thyselves and your works of your hands to the glory of His Holy Name.



"vitam aeternam, fides aeternam, actio semper"
~Alexander VII~

Summus Pontifex - Theological Church,
Comte de Reims,
Master of theology of Ancient Theological Church







 


In a separate letter Alexander VII sent these words:

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First Minister General of the Franciscan Order
Palmerino Caracciola,

  My Son, your appointment as named  is instructed and the Order of adherents to Blessed Saint Francesco Paolo I  is so decreed.

 There are faithful who need the Franciscan Order and their healing hands now. The Order is called by the Holy See to advance the welfare of the Theological citizens of Sicily and any who support them, regardless of their faith or lack thereof. Your Order is also instructed to deny any of the same services to the forces that seek the unwilling submission of these same people to a foreign apostate monarchy. You are to give simple instruction to any clergy to refrain from combat against any other Theological forces. The shepherds of Teos do not slay their own flock. Such fratricide is an action not worthy of them.

By My hand in the Holy City of Rome
12th Day of February year of Our Savior Immanuel 1317.

"vitam aeternam, fides aeternam, actio semper"
~Alexander VII~

Summus Pontifex - Theological Church,
Comte de Reims,
Master of theology of Ancient Theological Church


 

Certain I am that El Diavolique would make sport and attempt to subvert the Will of Teos, as he always did since the revolt as Febo at the time of creation. I must abandon the silence and peace from the struggles of the kingdoms of this world. Even where they say no, It is between Teos and myself that I must at least give voice to His teachings and His Will in these conditions, or risk the gentler souls drowning in doubt and blood for fear that the heavens do not hear their prayers. He sees all things and does love his creation and I must remind the world as His Holy Vicar. Had I spoke sooner, perhaps even our daughter in obedience to Immanuelle, Belle D' Aquitaine, would be alive today to spread the news to her diocese!

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Re: [ORP] La vita al Monastero - Life at the Monastery
« Reply #17 on: 14 February, 2017, 02:16:53 AM »
Ancora una volta una masnada di rivoltosi si stava preparando ad attaccare il palazzo reale di Palermo...

Morgana era sconcertata....Roma, la sua Roma....la Roma dei tempi del suo arrivo in Sicilia, altro non faceva che dare mano ai rivoltosi finanziando il loro agire.

Roma....il Papa....Sua Santità Alessandro VII non era stato capace di rimuovere dall'incarico di Parroco di Palermo colui che si era unito ai rivoltosi ed aveva combattuto contro il suo popolo, la sua regina.


Come può il papa chiedermi il motivo per cui sono stata costretta a cambiare la relazione diplomatica con Roma, quando lui per primo non ha punito anzi, ha aiutato, coloro che sono insorti? Eppure.....credo di essere fra i più longevi sovrani teologici....

Come ha potuto lasciare Andrea Malatesta a capo della parrocchia di Palermo? Come posso io fidarmi di lui?


E poi si chiedono come mai ho chiesto aiuto al Regno d'Italia........Non hanno fatto niente per dimostrarmi la loro estraneità alla rivolta, anzi....non prendendo provvedimenti, hanno preso ampliamente posizione!!!

E poi si parla di chiesa, di fratellanza.....il demonio è dentro di loro.....tutti, nessuno si salva....


Aveva pensato a voce alta, scosse la testa.....forse era il caso di andare a riposare.....domani sarebbe stata una lunga giornata.....





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Re: [ORP] La vita al Monastero - Life at the Monastery
« Reply #18 on: 15 February, 2017, 09:30:21 PM »
Palmerino si era alzato come sempre molto presto.
Erano state giornate intense, ricche di festeggiamenti al monastero, poichè pontefice aveva accettato e confermato la creazione dell'ordine dei Francescani.

Il frate leggeva e rileggeva la missiva privata del papa. Ne traspariva chiaramente la preoccupazione per ciò che stava per accadere: per una regina teologica che si sottometteva ad un reggente scomunicato, primo nemico della Santa Chiesa; per una possibile guerra fratricida tra teologici.

Inoltre giungevano notizie allarmanti dalla Sicilia. Questa volta la popolazione si era organizzata, armata, ed aveva attaccato il palazzo reale. La guardia reale, con a capo la regina Morgana, aveva potuto ben poco contro le forze armate del popolo.

La Sicilia era di nuovo dei Siciliani.
Ed immediatamente Urbino aveva dichiarato guerra al nuovo Regno di Sicilia.

In quei giorni, Palmerino aveva scritto a Morgana.
La Regina, però, aveva risposto solo alla prima delle sue missive. Aveva giustificato l'ostilità verso la Repubblica Romana con la motivazione secondo cui Roma avrebbe finanziato i rivoltosi di Sicilia. Senza lo straccio di una prova a sostegno di questa teoria.

Parole, senza prove. Tante parole, e mai una prova. Quel modo di fare, Palmerino, lo conosceva bene.

Morgana era stata plagiata, ed aveva abbandonato il giusto cammino.

Il frate si recò nella cappella del monastero, e cominciò a pregare.

Pregò per Morgana, perchè ritrovasse la giusta via.
Pregò perchè tornasse ad essere esempio per le genti teologiche.
Pregò perchè tornasse a pensare con la sua testa.


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Palmerino had woken up as always very soon.
They had been intense days, rich in festivities at the monastery, as the pontiff had accepted and confirmed the creation of the Franciscan order.

The monk read and reread the private letter of the pope. It clearly showed his the concern for what was to come: for a theological queen who had submitted to a regent excommunicated, the first enemy of Holy Church; for a possible war between theological.

Also alarming news came from Sicily. This time, the population was organized, armed, and had attacked the royal palace. The royal guard, led by the Queen Morgana, have had very little against the armed forces of the people.

Sicilians owned Sicily again.
Urbino had immediately declared war on the new Kingdom of Sicily.

In those days, Palmerino had written to Morgana.
The Queen, however, had only answered the first of his letters. She had justified the hostility toward the Roman Republic on the grounds that Roma would finance the rebels in Sicily. Without the shred of evidence to support this theory.

Words, without evidence. So many words, and never an evidence. Palmerino knew well that way to do.

Morgana she was brainwashed, and had abandoned the right path.

The monk went to the chapel of the monastery, and began to pray.

He prayed for Morgana, that she finds herself the right way.
He prayed that she returns to be an example for the theological people.
He prayed that she returns to think with her head.




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Re: [ORP] La vita al Monastero - Life at the Monastery
« Reply #19 on: 22 April, 2017, 05:38:47 PM »
Con l'elezione del nuovo console, Roma era completamente cambiata.

Roberto di Stabia, storico Re di Napoli, che a suo tempo aveva deciso di unire il suo regno a quello di Roma e ne era diventato Principe ereditario, oggi guidava la Repubblica Romana Teologica.

Egli aveva immediatamente dato la sua impronta alla politica della Repubblica.

Roberto era un uomo di polso, era schietto, odiava la falsa diplomazia.
Le cose le diceva in faccia, con sincerità a volte anche eccessiva.

Poteva sembrare irruento, ma era trasparente. Odiava le ambiguità ed i falsi cortesi.

Palmerino rivedeva in lui ciò che egli era stato in gioventù, poco affine alla diplomazia, ma più educato alle tattiche militari ed all'arte della guerra.

I romani avevano seguito il nuovo console e le sue indicazioni.
Si era risvegliato l'orgoglio popolare, e quel desiderio di essere pronti a lottare, di essere pronti a perdere tutto per seguire i propri ideali ed il proprio destino.

I romani erano così, come Roberto. Avevano una sola parola, ed erano pronti a dare tutto per mantenerla.

Intanto il mondo andava avanti.

La nuova reggenza siciliana era rimasta silente, evidentemente i siciliani cercavano di rafforzare la propria economia e le proprie difese militari, in vista di future guerre.

Nel medio-oriente infuocava la guerra tra Mammelucchi e Gerusalemme. Quest'ultima era ormai completamente circondata dalle forze mistiche del Cairo, e questa volta l'atteso aiuto di Kiev non era arrivato.

Nei balcani si era rischiata la guerra tra storici alleati, quando il Re d'Albania era morto senza lasciare eredi, ed i regni vicini avevano provato in tutti i modi a recuperare le terre su cui vantavano vecchie rivendicazioni.
Ma fortunatamente la ragione aveva vinto, la guerra sembrava scongiurata, e le vecchie amicizie sempre più solide.

Infine, dal nord fiammingo, erano arrivate pubbliche provocazioni alla Repubblica Romana, a cui il Console aveva risposto a modo suo, senza fronzoli, ed in maniera sincera ma irruenta.
La risposta purtroppo non era stata altrettanto sincera. I fiamminghi avevano preferito seguire le classiche vie diplomatiche, torbide ed ambigue, ed avevano chiuso le loro frontiere ai romani, interrompendo ogni tipo di dialogo.
Come spesso accadeva in questi casi, la reggenza, per i propri capricci, agiva a discapito del popolo, interrompendo di fatto gli storici rapporti commerciali e di amicizia tra le genti fiamminghe e quelle romane.

Ed in tutto questo, nel marasma di eventi accaduti, destinati a passare e ad essere dimenticati, uno in particolare aveva scosso il mondo intero: Oddantonio da Montefeltro, Re di Urbino, era morto.
Assassinato, si diceva.
Ed aveva portato con se nella tomba enormi ricchezze ed armamenti della corona.
Ed il regno italico ne veniva fuori fortemente provato e ridimensionato.
C'era tanto da fare, ed il compito era nelle mani della nuova Regina di Urbino, Isabella Este.

La Repubblica Romana aveva chiuso le proprie frontiere agli urbinati, e Palmerino, come ambasciatore di Roma, aveva scritto alla nuova reggente per motivare la decisione.

Il frate si guardò intorno, tirò fuori dalla tasca del saio una pergamena, rovinata e stropicciata.
La lesse avidamente.

Isabella lo aveva apostrofato in ogni modo in quella missiva, ma lui continuava a leggere solo e soltanto quella frase:
"Quando e se potremmo parlare a voce diretta vi dirò perché Oddantonio non attaccò Roma e non fu certo per viltà".

Ed ogni volta il sangue gli ribolliva nelle vene, e sentiva calore ovunque, fino alla punta dei suoi capelli. Quella pergamena profumava di lei.
Era una richiesta d'aiuto? Isabella aveva bisogno di lui?

La mente del frate era completamente offuscata da quelle sensazioni.

Sentì dei passi, e nascose velocemente la pergamena.

Cercò di concentrarsi, e fece un respiro profondo.


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With the election of the new consul, Rome was completely changed.

Roberto di Stabia, historic king of Naples, who at the time had decided to unite his kingdom with Rome and became the hereditary prince of it, he now led the Roman Theological Republic.

He had immediately given his impression on the Republic's policy.

Roberto was a man of wrist, he was frank, he hated false diplomacy.
He said things in the face, with sometimes even too much sincerity.

It could look fuzzy, but he was transparent. He hated the ambiguities and the falsely courtesy.

Palmerino saw in him what he had been in youth, little used to diplomacy, but more educated to the military tactics and the art of war.

The Romans had followed the new consul and his directions.
The popular pride had awakened, and with it the desire to be ready to fight, to be ready to lose everything to follow their own ideals and destiny.

The Romans were like this, like Roberto. They had one word, and they were ready to give everything to keep it.

Meanwhile, the world went on.

The new sicilian regency was silent, obviously the Sicilians sought to strengthen their own economy and military defenses in view of future wars.

In the Middle East, the war between Mamluks and Jerusalem infuriated. Jerusalem was now completely surrounded by mystical forces of Cairo, and this time Kiev's expected help had not arrived.

In the Balkans, there was almost a war between historic allied, when the King of Albania died without leaving heirs, and the neighboring kingdoms had tried in every way to recover the lands on which old residences were.
But fortunately the reason had won, the chances of a war seemed over, and old friendship was getting stronger.

Finally, from the Flemish North, public provocations had come to the Roman Republic, to which the Consul had responded in his own way, without frills, and in a sincere but irrational manner.
The answer, unfortunately, had not been as sincere. The Flemish people had preferred to follow the classical diplomatic routes, turbulent and ambiguous, and had closed their borders to the Romans, interrupting all kinds of dialogue.
As often happens in these cases, Regency, for its whims, acted at the expense of the people, interrupting in fact the historical trade and friendship between the Flemish and the Roman people.

And in all this, in the mourning of events happening, destined to pass and be forgotten, one in particular shook the whole world: Oddantonio da Montefeltro, King of Urbino, had died.
Assassinated, it was said.
And he had brought with him into the tomb huge of wealth and armor of the crown.
And the Italic kingdom came out strongly tested and resized.
There was so much to do, and the task was in the hands of the new Queen of Urbino, Isabella Este.

The Roman Republic had closed its borders to the urbins, and Palmerino, as ambassador of Rome, had written to the new regent to motivate the decision.

The friar looked around and pulled out a parchment from his habit's pocket, ruined and crumpled.
He read it greedily.

Isabella had named him in every way in that letter, but he kept reading only one phrase:
"When and if we could talk direct voice, I'll tell you why Oddantonio did not attack Rome and was certainly not out of cowardice".

And every time blood blew in his veins, and he felt warm everywhere, to the tip of his hair. That paper scented of her.
Was it a request for help? Did Isabella need him?

The mind of the friar was completely blurred by those feelings.

He heard some footsteps, and quickly hid the parchment.

He tried to concentrate, and breathed deeply.

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