Chapter 21
Siena, Italy
Marco
“YES. THE NICE young man had a huge scar on one cheek. It looked like I’ve always pictured dueling scars should look, but it wouldn’t have been polite of me to ask him about it.”
I looked at Grandmother and she looked at me. We both said, “Guido,” at the same time.
“Yes,” Mama said, “that’s what his sister called him—Guido. Do you know him? Where’s Florence?”
“Florence is being taken care of,” I said. “Why don’t you lie back on the bed and get some rest, and we’ll talk again.”
“Okay, I am kind of tired.”
We left the room and went back to the waiting area.
“Who is Guido?” the Captain said.
“My cousin Guido, the son of il Conte di Conti, has a large scar on one cheek.”
“That ignorant boy,” Grandmother said, “is much too stupid to have done this all by
