Games and Games
“No.â? He said, “My order is less… corporeal. We spend more time reading books than burning them.â? Anso knew the monk she spoke of. He had been stirring up trouble in Florence since before Il Magnifico had died five years ago, leaving a vast power vacuum in the golden city.
“Ah, that’s good.â? She said. “Father would likely kill you immediately if you were one of that crazy man’s cronies.â? Her eyes seemed to light up when she was speaking of violence. “He’s due to be hanged soon, I think. Ah well.â? Her eyes fixed back on him. “Do tell me more about your machines.â?
Anso slammed his empty cup down on the desk. “For what purpose? So you can steal them and put them to work printing out propaganda? Or is it pornography your twisted family is interested in?â?
“Oh,â? She sighed, “Those are fine ideas as well. I didn’t know you had it in you, padre. A monk after my own heart.â? She leaned over the desk, her powdered bosom nearly erupting from its velvet package.
Lucrezia smiled widely, catching Anso’s eyes.