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away from your path. Your duty now is the Creed, and if not careful, you may not be for a world that you enjoy. He stopped his speech. When I ask
obedience, I do it in the mouth of your father.
Ezio had seen his uncle grow in height, even in size, as he spoke. And it painful to accept, was forced to acknowledge that what he had said was true.
LoveSimilarly, it lowered his head.
"Well," said Mario, more gently. And end up agradeciendomelo. Your new training will start in the morning. And rerope: preparation is everything!
A week later, armed and ready, went on horse Ezioment to San Gimignano. Mario had told him to get in touch with one of the patrols condottieri had
deliberatelydo in an area not visible from the outskirts of the city with the objectivetive to track the comings and goings. He stayed at one of their camps to
spend their first night away from MonteRiggioni.
The sergeant in charge, tough and tanned by the beatseed mixtures of mid-twenties named Gambalto, gave him a pedagogicalzo of bread pecorino
and a bowl of Vernaccia and put the co Eziocurrents of the situation while he ate and drank.
I think it's a shame that Antonio Maffei leavesra of Volterra. He is obsessed with Lorenzo and thinks the Duke destroyed his hometown, while all he did
was tounder the protection of Florence. Maffei now gone mad. It has been installed atop the tower of the cathedral, surrounded by archers of the Pazzi,
and spend the day throwing tirades and arrows in equal measure. God knows what plans will: to convert people to his cause with his sermons, or kill them
with arrows. The ordinary citizens of San Gimignano hate it, but while continuing his reign of terror, the city is powerless against it.
"As far as is necessary to neutralize it.
"That would weaken the influence of the Pazzi in the city.
- Are well defended?
"They have a lot of men stationed at the guard towersence and doors. But change of guard at dawn. At that time, a man like you could top the walls and
entering the city without being seen.
Ezio thought, wondering if this will distract from the mission that had been imposed to meet Jacopo. But reflectionsnot to be able to see the big picture:
that this was starting Maffeirio de 'Pazzi and Ezio as Murderer duty was to overthrow that madman.
At dawn the next day, any special citySan Gimignano attentive mind could have realized the prepresence of a hooded figure, thin and gray eyes,
slipDose as a ghost through the streets leading to the cathedral square. The market vendors were setting up their ascough, but it was the low point of the
day and the guards, bored and discouraged, slept leaning on their halberds. The area westtee campanile was still mired in the dark and nobody saw a
figure dressed in black climbed up the walls with the faeasily handle and elegance of a spider.
The priest, emaciated, with sunken eyes and disheveled, thisba already in place. Spent four archers of the Pazzi were also positioned in their proper
places, one in each ismachine from the tower. But as not confident that the archers were sufficient protection, Antonio Maffei, despite having a Bible in his
left hand, also held a round-handled daggergiven on the right. Had set to pray, and when Ezio approached the top of the tower, began to catch the words
of Maffei.
- Citizens of San Gimignano, pay attention to my paJewel! Repent. REPENTOS! And seek forgiveness ... HisMacOS to my prayer, my children, so that
together we face the darkauthority that has hung over our beloved Tuscany! Pay attention, good grief, and I will speak and listen, O earth, the words
spoken by my mouth. Let my teaching spill like rain, my speech distil as the dew, as raindrops on plants, such as a shower on the grass as I procall upon
the nameand the Lord! He is the Rock!His work is perfect, their ways are right! Is right and virtuous, and those who have fallen in the cocorruption, and his
children are not ... A stained-generation, perversa and dishonest! Citizens of San Gimignano, "you try and be with the Lord? Oh, crazy and insane! If He is
not your father, who bore you? By the light of His mercy, be clean!
Ezio carefully jumped over the parapet of the tower and coGio positions near the trap door that opened onto the stairs leading down. The archers tried
to target him, but within range was short and he was well on his behalf on eleRegulation surprise. He crouched and grabbed one of them by the feet,
hastelling her to fall over the parapet and throwing it into a deathsure you sixty meters below. Before the others had time to react, he turned against a
second and stabbed him in the arm. The man looked startled the little wound, but was pale and collapsed, his life vanishing in an instantimportant. Ezio
had fastened on his arm his new weapon, it was not just fighting time. He turned to the third, who had dropped his bow and tried to pass him on his way to
the scaleras. When he reached them, Ezio herded him a kick in the butt and the man began to roll down the wooden stairs headfirst, splitting his bones to
be affixed to the first landing. The last man raised his hands and Borboto something. Ezio looked down and saw that the man had peed on it. He stepped
aside and, bowing ironically, allowed the tierrorizado keeper hastily lowered the ladder to meet his crippled comrade.
He then received a hard blow to the neck caused by egsada steel hilt of a dagger. Maffei had recovered from the concussion he suffered the attack and
had acerEzio ed from behind. Ezio faltered.
- We oblink to your knees, sinner!Cried the priest, ispuma peeping from the corners of his mouth. Beg your pardon!
"Why do people always lose time talking? 'PenSo Ezio, who had time to recover and rotated while the sacerdote threw his speech.
The two men began to spin in concentric liited space. Maffei lashed out with its powerful dagger. Was evidentrecently, an awkward fighter, but
desperation and fanaticism made him very dangerous. Ezio was forced to dance back and forth more than once to deviate from the path of the erratic
movements of the blade of his opponent, he could not strike a single blow. He could finally get the priest's wrist and pull it until their breasts were rubbing.
"I'll send whining to hell," snapped Maffei.
It shows a little respect for the dead, friend-replicationEzio ed.
- I'll give you respect yourself!
- Surrender! I will give you time to pray.
Maffei threw a spit in the eye, thus obliging Ezio clutches. Then with a shriek, plunged the dagger into the faceEzio left arm, but the blade slid uselessly
to one side, folded metal plate was attached Ezio.
- What the hell are you protected? Maffei asked.
"You talk too much," said Ezio, pressing the knife against the neck of the priest and tensing the muscles of the forearm.
By the time the poison blade slipped and stepped into the jugular Maffei, the priest stiffened, opened her mouth and she did not go more than a fetid
breath. DeviatedEzio tonka, came teetering on the parapet, stood up briefly and then fell forward into the arms of death.