“He’d written out the list of things and people he needed a long time ago; just after he’d first met the salt-dealer’s widow, in fact. The four closely written sides of charter paper curled into a roll and hidden in the sleeve of the gown hanging up behind his bedroom door was in fact the third revision of that particular document. Accordingly, he was in no particular hurry as he left the Duke’s tower. He walked slowly down the stairs into the east cloister, and sat down on a bench opposite the ...arch that led to the mews. After a minute or so, he stood up again and retraced his steps as far as the rather splendid marble memorial to Valentius IV, Valens’ great-grandfather. Needless to say, the seventeenth duke was commemorated with a fine equestrian statue, about two-thirds lifesize, showing him in the act of leveling his spear against an enormous boar. Ziani knelt down beside the boar’s flank and coughed politely. “Breathing,” he said. Slowly, a man uncoiled himself from the small nook between the boar and the horse’s legs.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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