The young Lazarene gasped, nearly overwhelmed by the stench of the close-packed ergastulum. He had been prepared spiritually during his novitiate, but the physical reality of the suffering sent a cold shiver down his spine. With a brief prayer mumbled under his breath, he proceeded along the narrow corridor between the unwashed mass of captive humanity.
'There' said his guide in heavily accented Catalan 'you may choose yours, good Sir. We have little enough use for them.'
Bending down, he felt his arm caught in the grip of a surprisingly strong hand as a bearded, haggard man hoisted himself up. The monk fought down the impulse to brush away his supplicant, turning to face him with calm compassion. The eyes in the emaciated face burned with an almost feverish light.
'Brother' he said in Catalan, grasping for words of comfort in the still unfamiliar tongue, 'soon, your captivity will be over.'
To his surprise, this did not seem to calm the man who, forcing himself to his feet, staggering, fixed him with a stare the youth had only ever before seen in the faces of mystics, deep in prayer.
'You must take me to Genoa!' he demanded, almost imperiously. 'I am Ugolino Vivaldi, and I have returned from India!'
The Vivaldi Voyages
The voyage of the Vivaldi brothers 'to cross the ocean for India' in 1291 would go down in history as one of the great, successful speculative ventures. Of course, that the landfall they made before their ill-starred return journey was not, in fact, India, but the American coast. After a stopover on the Canary Islands to revictual, where they made the decision to attempt the main voyage on their roundship only, they found themselves caught in the trade winds and carried past the Cape Verde Islands across to the Brazilian coast. There was not much there for them to find except natives willing enough to trade them food for metal implements - much to their disappointment, as their expectation had been rich cities and thriving trade. Nonetheless, they congratulated themselves on their success and struck out on the return voyage that was to prove their undoing. Almost starved and near despair of ever seeing land again, they eventually found themselves on the African coast, and able to communicate with some locals in Arabic. Revictualled (at extortionate prices), they pursued their homeward voyage on a disintegrating hull to the coastal realms of the Mali Empire where they found themselves once again in civilisation. Making enquiries as to trade goods and markets, they learned of the power of the Mansa in distant Niani, the great wealth of gold, and the fact that this land was in regular contact with the Marinid kingdom. They took their leave of the locals and headed north along the coast in the certain expectation of finding their way home. In fact they found their way past the Cape Verde Islands before their journey was cut short by a Moroccan ship and their crew ended up in the dungeons of Rabat in 1292. It was to be three long years before Ugolino Vivaldi was ransomed and brought to the court of Aragon. His brother would never be heard of again.
Jaime II of Aragon (and, as of recently, no longer of Sicily), proved disappointingly, if predictably, uninterested in accounts of a distant, uinprepoissessing India whose unclad inhabitants had little to offer in return for trade goods, but all the more fascinated by the accounts of Mali, its desire for salt, metals, dyestuffs and silks and its unlimited wealth in gold. He made Ugolino Vivaldi a knight and his liegeman and sent him out with a flotilla of roundships laden with supplies for a long voyage and cargoes of bay salt, silks and dyes. The ships left Barcelona in 1298, heading for the south.
The second voyage proved much less eventful than the first. After landfall was made on Lanzarote and a small group of Franciscans installed among the native population, left with one of the convoy's smaller ships to return home in an emergency. The uninhabited Cape Verde islands were briefly surveyed, food supplies cached, and the whole island chain claimed in the name of Aragon. After a brief stay for repairs and watering, the ships set out for Mali.
Trading was at best moderately successful, though the crews were able to realise as much as a gold dirhem for the hundredweight of salt, until, five weeks into their stay, messengers from Mansa Sakoura arrived. They brought gifts of gold and cloth (and were slightly unhappy at the meagre return presents of alum, indigo, and not many brocade bolts), and a message from the Mansa to the King of Aragon welcoming his merchants. Sakoura was currently engaged in negotiations with the Marinids and gladly took up this opportunity to throw a competitor into the mix. With the message in courtly Arabic, a small embassy of dignitaries, and a goodly sum in gold, the fleet tuerned to its arduous northward journey. Forced to winter on the Cape Verde Islands, they only reached Lisbon in early 1299 and Barcelona in May of that year. The envoys of Mansa Sakoura were feted and welcomed, showered with more appropriate gifts, and promised a return voyage soon. Ships from Barcelona established a small settlement on the Cape Verde Islands (vital as a staging post along the route and potentially valuable as a Christian outpost in the back of Marinid Morocco). The next fleet for Mali left in 1300.
'There' said his guide in heavily accented Catalan 'you may choose yours, good Sir. We have little enough use for them.'
Bending down, he felt his arm caught in the grip of a surprisingly strong hand as a bearded, haggard man hoisted himself up. The monk fought down the impulse to brush away his supplicant, turning to face him with calm compassion. The eyes in the emaciated face burned with an almost feverish light.
'Brother' he said in Catalan, grasping for words of comfort in the still unfamiliar tongue, 'soon, your captivity will be over.'
To his surprise, this did not seem to calm the man who, forcing himself to his feet, staggering, fixed him with a stare the youth had only ever before seen in the faces of mystics, deep in prayer.
'You must take me to Genoa!' he demanded, almost imperiously. 'I am Ugolino Vivaldi, and I have returned from India!'
The Vivaldi Voyages
The voyage of the Vivaldi brothers 'to cross the ocean for India' in 1291 would go down in history as one of the great, successful speculative ventures. Of course, that the landfall they made before their ill-starred return journey was not, in fact, India, but the American coast. After a stopover on the Canary Islands to revictual, where they made the decision to attempt the main voyage on their roundship only, they found themselves caught in the trade winds and carried past the Cape Verde Islands across to the Brazilian coast. There was not much there for them to find except natives willing enough to trade them food for metal implements - much to their disappointment, as their expectation had been rich cities and thriving trade. Nonetheless, they congratulated themselves on their success and struck out on the return voyage that was to prove their undoing. Almost starved and near despair of ever seeing land again, they eventually found themselves on the African coast, and able to communicate with some locals in Arabic. Revictualled (at extortionate prices), they pursued their homeward voyage on a disintegrating hull to the coastal realms of the Mali Empire where they found themselves once again in civilisation. Making enquiries as to trade goods and markets, they learned of the power of the Mansa in distant Niani, the great wealth of gold, and the fact that this land was in regular contact with the Marinid kingdom. They took their leave of the locals and headed north along the coast in the certain expectation of finding their way home. In fact they found their way past the Cape Verde Islands before their journey was cut short by a Moroccan ship and their crew ended up in the dungeons of Rabat in 1292. It was to be three long years before Ugolino Vivaldi was ransomed and brought to the court of Aragon. His brother would never be heard of again.
Jaime II of Aragon (and, as of recently, no longer of Sicily), proved disappointingly, if predictably, uninterested in accounts of a distant, uinprepoissessing India whose unclad inhabitants had little to offer in return for trade goods, but all the more fascinated by the accounts of Mali, its desire for salt, metals, dyestuffs and silks and its unlimited wealth in gold. He made Ugolino Vivaldi a knight and his liegeman and sent him out with a flotilla of roundships laden with supplies for a long voyage and cargoes of bay salt, silks and dyes. The ships left Barcelona in 1298, heading for the south.
The second voyage proved much less eventful than the first. After landfall was made on Lanzarote and a small group of Franciscans installed among the native population, left with one of the convoy's smaller ships to return home in an emergency. The uninhabited Cape Verde islands were briefly surveyed, food supplies cached, and the whole island chain claimed in the name of Aragon. After a brief stay for repairs and watering, the ships set out for Mali.
Trading was at best moderately successful, though the crews were able to realise as much as a gold dirhem for the hundredweight of salt, until, five weeks into their stay, messengers from Mansa Sakoura arrived. They brought gifts of gold and cloth (and were slightly unhappy at the meagre return presents of alum, indigo, and not many brocade bolts), and a message from the Mansa to the King of Aragon welcoming his merchants. Sakoura was currently engaged in negotiations with the Marinids and gladly took up this opportunity to throw a competitor into the mix. With the message in courtly Arabic, a small embassy of dignitaries, and a goodly sum in gold, the fleet tuerned to its arduous northward journey. Forced to winter on the Cape Verde Islands, they only reached Lisbon in early 1299 and Barcelona in May of that year. The envoys of Mansa Sakoura were feted and welcomed, showered with more appropriate gifts, and promised a return voyage soon. Ships from Barcelona established a small settlement on the Cape Verde Islands (vital as a staging post along the route and potentially valuable as a Christian outpost in the back of Marinid Morocco). The next fleet for Mali left in 1300.