Rome,17 April 1788
The atmosphere that had taken over Italy this morning was one of sorrow and hostility. Both sides had hastily erected barricades in the streets that were littered with bodies. Even though cries could be heard from all parts of the city, еverything was rather quiet, except for the area around the Apostolic Palace, where the sound of gunshots still embellished the air.
Gian Rinaldo Carli was slowly walking past a fierce row of Roman soldiers,lost in his thoughts,reflecting on the last few months-the foundation of the Roman Movement,the start of the Uprising and his involvement with both events.Carli was an old man,with no military training,but people look up to him,as he is the only one who could unite the people to resist the oppressive rule of the Pope.
He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a familiar voice.Melchiorre Gioja,a young and enthusiastic man,had approached him.
"Do you think our revolution will be successful?"-Melchiorre asked with a shivering tone.
"With our firm conviction ,we will defeat these religious fanatics."-Assuredly replied Gian.
"Let's hope that you are right."
Pope Pius is quietly standing in his room,overlooking the scarce few remaining Papal Guards that were giving their lives to save his.
Romualdo Braschi-Onesti,the cardinal-nephew, burst into his room with a worried face.
"You have to leave,Your Excellency,those godless rebels will stop at nothing to see you dead!"
"No,my place is here,with my people''-categorically yelled the Pope.
"They have forsaken you''
"But I have not forsaken them''
"Then I am sorry''
The cardinal hurriedly left the room and the Pope calmly returned to his previous position.
A few hours later,the streets had gone suspiciously quiet.The Pope once again looked at the window to see what was happening,when a young man rudely entered the room.
"Count Giovanni Angelo Braschi,by the orders of the Roman Consul,you are under arrest!''
The calm smile vanished from the Pope's face.
"Count!''-He angrily thought to himself-"I am the Pope,boy!''
The atmosphere that had taken over Italy this morning was one of sorrow and hostility. Both sides had hastily erected barricades in the streets that were littered with bodies. Even though cries could be heard from all parts of the city, еverything was rather quiet, except for the area around the Apostolic Palace, where the sound of gunshots still embellished the air.
Gian Rinaldo Carli was slowly walking past a fierce row of Roman soldiers,lost in his thoughts,reflecting on the last few months-the foundation of the Roman Movement,the start of the Uprising and his involvement with both events.Carli was an old man,with no military training,but people look up to him,as he is the only one who could unite the people to resist the oppressive rule of the Pope.
He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a familiar voice.Melchiorre Gioja,a young and enthusiastic man,had approached him.
"Do you think our revolution will be successful?"-Melchiorre asked with a shivering tone.
"With our firm conviction ,we will defeat these religious fanatics."-Assuredly replied Gian.
"Let's hope that you are right."
Pope Pius is quietly standing in his room,overlooking the scarce few remaining Papal Guards that were giving their lives to save his.
Romualdo Braschi-Onesti,the cardinal-nephew, burst into his room with a worried face.
"You have to leave,Your Excellency,those godless rebels will stop at nothing to see you dead!"
"No,my place is here,with my people''-categorically yelled the Pope.
"They have forsaken you''
"But I have not forsaken them''
"Then I am sorry''
The cardinal hurriedly left the room and the Pope calmly returned to his previous position.
A few hours later,the streets had gone suspiciously quiet.The Pope once again looked at the window to see what was happening,when a young man rudely entered the room.
"Count Giovanni Angelo Braschi,by the orders of the Roman Consul,you are under arrest!''
The calm smile vanished from the Pope's face.
"Count!''-He angrily thought to himself-"I am the Pope,boy!''