Chapter 36
Duchy of Aragoni
Marco
WE WERE WAITING at the airport Tuesday morning when the Gulfstream landed. Sal was serving as driver, and we were in an eight-passenger van. As usual, the plane was towed into the hangar before the passengers were allowed to exit. Having studied the pictures on their website, I recognized Tom Foster and Noah Webster immediately. They were both a few inches taller than Dani and me, and they appeared to be very fit. Dr. Foster had black hair and black eyes, and Noah Webster was a green-eyed blond. William and Henry descended the steps right behind them.
“Welcome to Aragoni,” I said in Italian. During our last exchange of e-mails, our visitors had stated that they would attempt to speak the local language. “I’m Marco d’Argenzio, and this is my partner Dan
