17. The Truth Hurts
Lucius Verus
Banned
17. The Truth Hurts
Zadar
March 24th, 1380:
While there was no shortage of palaces from disposed Croatian nobles Vittor had preferred to live among his men and thus choose a simple apartment as his office. From this cosy room Vittor would direct the naval staff in preparation for the "restoration of order" in Trogir.
Uncorking a new bottle of ink he noticed that the smell rarely bothered him anymore invoking a feeling of disdain at the notion of sitting in the office while his men was in the field. Still, this he told himself was just price of command and that, if he wanted to make lasting change then he would have to go through the bureaucracy.
Vittor was deep in thought when the boy entered the room. Like the archetype of the spoiled Patrician in the boy wore finely-tailored clothes and drunk as a monk. Irked that his assistants would let the boy disturbed his peace Vittor called the guards but to no avail. Guessing that his staff must be elsewhere Vittor decided that there was no harm in humoring the boy till the guards returned and whooped his ass. [1]
"What can I do for you good… Captain?" Asked Vittor as he spotted the officer's gear. Interesting how do I not know him?
Clearly distraught the boy got straight to the point "Do you know what Lady Helena's doing?"
Honestly? I don't were Vittor's thoughts to himself, but as the man in charge and he had to maintain the image of control so he chose to tell a white lie. "She's here on behalf of the State Inquisition and all her actions are sanctioned. Don't ask questions above your station son, know that it is better this way."
Ignoring Vittor's warning the boy went on "Sanctioned by whom?"
"Why Inquisitor Niccolò Foscari of course." Getting tired of the questions Vittor demanded that the boy explain himself only to have the words catch in his throat as the colour drained from the boy's face. Caught in an odd situation both men just sat in the uncomfortable silence. Eventually the boy apologized for the interruption and shambled out the door like a walking corpse.
Once the boy had left, Vittor remembered that he was going to scold his assistant for their negligence. Summoning the assistant Vittor was surprised and angered as the assistant stepped in revealing that he was outside the entire time.
"Explain how you were out there the whole time and you didn't stop the boy?"
"L-lord admiral, I couldn't stop him."
"Why not?"
Leaning in the assistant whispered "Because that was Francesco Foscari, son of Inquisitor Niccolò Foscari."[2]
[1] IOTL the monastic orders of the 13th-14th century were some of the best organized manorial owners in Europe which had the knowledge, resources, the "spiritual" drive to make fine wines and with it the accompanying reputation.
[2] IOTL Francesco Foscari was the longest reigning Doge from (1423-1457). IOTL an exceptionally influential Doge in contrast to the figureheads of the era he oversaw the aggressive expansion of the Republic on the Italian mainland.
Zadar
March 24th, 1380:
While there was no shortage of palaces from disposed Croatian nobles Vittor had preferred to live among his men and thus choose a simple apartment as his office. From this cosy room Vittor would direct the naval staff in preparation for the "restoration of order" in Trogir.
Uncorking a new bottle of ink he noticed that the smell rarely bothered him anymore invoking a feeling of disdain at the notion of sitting in the office while his men was in the field. Still, this he told himself was just price of command and that, if he wanted to make lasting change then he would have to go through the bureaucracy.
Vittor was deep in thought when the boy entered the room. Like the archetype of the spoiled Patrician in the boy wore finely-tailored clothes and drunk as a monk. Irked that his assistants would let the boy disturbed his peace Vittor called the guards but to no avail. Guessing that his staff must be elsewhere Vittor decided that there was no harm in humoring the boy till the guards returned and whooped his ass. [1]
"What can I do for you good… Captain?" Asked Vittor as he spotted the officer's gear. Interesting how do I not know him?
Clearly distraught the boy got straight to the point "Do you know what Lady Helena's doing?"
Honestly? I don't were Vittor's thoughts to himself, but as the man in charge and he had to maintain the image of control so he chose to tell a white lie. "She's here on behalf of the State Inquisition and all her actions are sanctioned. Don't ask questions above your station son, know that it is better this way."
Ignoring Vittor's warning the boy went on "Sanctioned by whom?"
"Why Inquisitor Niccolò Foscari of course." Getting tired of the questions Vittor demanded that the boy explain himself only to have the words catch in his throat as the colour drained from the boy's face. Caught in an odd situation both men just sat in the uncomfortable silence. Eventually the boy apologized for the interruption and shambled out the door like a walking corpse.
Once the boy had left, Vittor remembered that he was going to scold his assistant for their negligence. Summoning the assistant Vittor was surprised and angered as the assistant stepped in revealing that he was outside the entire time.
"Explain how you were out there the whole time and you didn't stop the boy?"
"L-lord admiral, I couldn't stop him."
"Why not?"
Leaning in the assistant whispered "Because that was Francesco Foscari, son of Inquisitor Niccolò Foscari."[2]
[1] IOTL the monastic orders of the 13th-14th century were some of the best organized manorial owners in Europe which had the knowledge, resources, the "spiritual" drive to make fine wines and with it the accompanying reputation.
[2] IOTL Francesco Foscari was the longest reigning Doge from (1423-1457). IOTL an exceptionally influential Doge in contrast to the figureheads of the era he oversaw the aggressive expansion of the Republic on the Italian mainland.
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