I find you were excessively brave, mon pauvre. ’ ‘Of Leonardo? Yes, I will tell you. As they left Florence, dying men and women still scrabbled through the streets, screams emanating from the rows of houses, beggars running up to the horses, sick children in their arms, their eyes bleeding, their noses running, begging to join them in their journey out. Bottles and glasses usurped the place of dishes and plates. The wine bubbled and seethed; and the exquisite bouquet of oranges permeated the room. ’ Melusine jumped up, full of new hope, all the earlier clouds vanishing from her horizon. CHAPTER THE FOURTEENTH THE COLLAPSE OF THE PENITENT Part 1 Spring had held back that year until the dawn of May, and then spring and summer came with a rush together. By now the horses would be rested and he might go as swiftly back again. “You’re mad, Sebastianus. '—'What is it, Mint?' asked all three.
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