Post by ST Alex on Jun 10, 2010 21:14:37 GMT -8
“Quick, Gerde, turn out your purse, the entire day’s take, ach! All week’s take, if there’s anything left. Give it to me now!”
“What happened Octavio?”
“I can’t tell if it’s a miracle or not, and damnit woman, I’m frightened!”
Gerde shoves her husband into a chair and forces goblet of wine into his hand. “Drink this, here take some bread, then tell me.”
Octavio dutifully does as he’s told, and seems to gain some calm. “Oh, they’ve done it now.”
“Who my beloved?”
Octavio wipes a shaky hand across his brow. “The Templars tried to enter Madonna dell’Orto, and the Arsenale was trying to stop them.”
Gerde pales in her German white skin, and sits down next to her husband. “Are they dead? Would they go that far?”
Octavio turns staring eyes to his wife. “Three the Templars killed, no more. They gained the Courtyard and had opened the doors, and were met by the nun Order of Humiliati and a legion of rats. They just stood in the doorway and didn’t move; the Templars actually ran away.”
“Oh my, oh my, curse their souls, they’ll return in force.”
“They force their way into any Church in Venice and the Doge will close the ports to them. That’s what I think anyway. Come, we’re going to give our ducats to the Virgin Mother, and perhaps a silver solidi or two for the Rat King. I don’t think he exists truly, but, we hedge our bets here…”