“To hear the tune,
“To hear the tune,one must pay the piper.”
one must pay the piper.”It mattered little that he had approached the castle upon this very same road many times. Each time he shivered as he drew ever near.
Leonardo had waited as long as he could to make an appearance in Milan. The last letter from Ludovico Sforza had made it plain he would wait no longer. Leonardo’s horse crested the hill, and before him, the great peak of the Torre del Filarete poked at the sky, rising seventy meters tall.
“There is nothing for it,” Leonardo mumbled, as much to himself as to his horse. He spurred it forward toward a challenge of his own making, one he must now manipulate to his advantage. The unpaved road brought him to the very door of the tower. Before he could dismount, liveried serva
