Rostand tugged on the reins, and the cart trundled away up the street towards the stonemason’s yard, through its gates and to Bruno’s workshop, which stood in a far corner. Marius jumped down and called,
“Bruno! Anyone there?” A short, rotund man in a leather apron came out.
“Master Marius, good morning to you — and to you, Rostand.”
“Good morning, Bruno. Is everything ready?”
Marius had sent a note to Clément stating his requirements to set up the new courtroom, and the Pontiff had readily agreed to fund ‘le tout nécessaire’ — whatever was needed — eager to facilitate his new Magistrate.
le tout nécessaire’ — Bruno answered, “Ay, I finished the last seat just yesterday.” He was responsible for all day-to-day joinery work in and around the Palace, but his first love was decorative woo
