intonacoLeonardo directed and encouraged them as he walked among them. “Make your work in keeping with your purpose.”
Carina, enraptured, slid down the wall at her back, heedless to the dust that clung to her fine gown; she had no smock, yet. She tilted her head this way and that, high and low, left and right, a bird on its perch searching for both prey and predator, to see the women as they worked from each of their perspectives. If asked, she might not have been able to tell where she was at that moment, for she looked to be lost and flying in the azure sky coming to life beneath their brushes.
The ringing of bells, the murmuring of voices, the clanking of a thurible marked None as it came and went. First one, then another and another, raised themselves up, stretched out their backs an
