“Nothing is hidden under the sun.”
“Nothing is hidden under the sun.”He raced for the Porta alla Croce, hugging the shadows as they returned the embrace. Andreano’s hooded cloak not only hid him from view but hid the view of his beloved city from him as well. Though he longed to look upon it as much as he longed for Mattea, he could not risk lowering his hood, pausing to view the city he loved from which he had fled.
At the city gate, Andreano shimmied through the concealed postern just to its left, the hidden egress many of the Pazzis had used to escape the city. Innocent or not, they had had no wish to incur Il Magnifico’s wrath.
Il Magnifico’s Slipping quietly onto his horse awaiting him on the other side, he clucked to it quietly and set it into a slow trot. As soon as he was beyond
