Property of Blood
“Sheltered from the mountain wind, yellow and purple crocuses made splashes of colour around the stone base of the fountain and sparrows hopped among them chirping cheerfully. An idyllic picture. The Marshal looked upwards. All but two of the tall brown shutters were closed on this inner facade, too. It seemed to him too quiet.
‘Can I help you?’ He turned. Beyond the cloister to his left a plump, grey-haired woman stood holding open a glass door. He walked towards her.
‘Perhaps you could tell me... which entrance to use … I’m looking for Leonardo Brunamonti—I should say Conte—’ ‘No. He’s never used the title. He’s not well, I don’t…’ She looked back at the long room behind her. *You’d better come inside.’ He followed her. It was a very high-ceilinged room that had perhaps been built to house carriages rather than people. The spent light from the courtyard was ideal for the Marshal’s sun-allergic eyes but the many people at work there had individual spotlights on their sewing, cutting, and the draping of models.MoreLess
‘Can I help you?’ He turned. Beyond the cloister to his left a plump, grey-haired woman stood holding open a glass door. He walked towards her.
‘Perhaps you could tell me... which entrance to use … I’m looking for Leonardo Brunamonti—I should say Conte—’ ‘No. He’s never used the title. He’s not well, I don’t…’ She looked back at the long room behind her. *You’d better come inside.’ He followed her. It was a very high-ceilinged room that had perhaps been built to house carriages rather than people. The spent light from the courtyard was ideal for the Marshal’s sun-allergic eyes but the many people at work there had individual spotlights on their sewing, cutting, and the draping of models.MoreLess
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