It was a long exhausting day for the old Archbishop, who once again found a queue of people outside his office. Some came to testify to their own miracle, others were distressed and had come to seek advice as to whether God or the Devil had been at work. Some seethed with anger, adamant their dearly beloved Saint Ambrose would have been mortified had he witnessed such lunacy. None were more roused to anger than Father Rodrigo of Salamanca.
‘I have witnessed men of perverse mind before,’ said Father Rodrigo to his eager accomplice, Prior Vicenzo. ‘They are always men of intellect who by deception and use of the dark arts impose their satanic philosophies upon weaker minds.’
‘The maestro da Vinci has remarkable powers of persuasion. Do you believe them forged in the fires of hell?’ asked t
