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Mistress of the Vatican
were admitted into his chamber for a few minutes only. Olimpia, sitting in
a chair next to the pope’s bed and—if Gregorio Leti can be believed—
holding his hand, would answer for him. When Innocent was too weak to
give audiences at all, Camillo received the ambassadors in the cardinal
nephew’s apartments, as if he had resumed his old job.
Those last few months, as the pope slipped into decrepitude, Olimpia
was more powerful than ever before. “At the palace one spoke only of
Donna Olimpia,” Leti declared. “One heard only her name ringing out,
Donna Olimpia this and Donna Olimpia that. All letters were delivered
to Donna Olimpia and Donna Olimpia read them. No one gave petitions
to the pope anymore but only to Donna Olimpia who reported to
him the contents. And she always received the same response from him,
which was to do what she wanted.” 4
During the first part of December, rain soaked Rome in such quantities
that many wondered if God was preparing another biblical deluge
as punishment for their sins. The Tiber rose and flooded the Jewish
ghetto, the area around the Pantheon, and the Piazza Navona. When
the rain stopped and the skies cleared, the pope felt the need for fresh
air. On the afternoon of December 14 he had himself carried in a litter
to Olimpia’s Ripagrande garden on the Tiber, where he sat on a bench
with her. We don’t know what they discussed as the sun started to set—
perhaps politics, or family problems, or the good old times all those
years and years ago.
As the shadows lengthened, the pope shivered. Night was coming. It
was getting cold. He climbed into his litter. When it disappeared into
the courtyard of the Quirinal, he would never again be seen alive by the
Roman people. Back in the palace, Innocent began to rave.
Popular discontent, which trickled out harmlessly in the form of pasquinades
when a pope was healthy, began to unleash itself in a torrent
of rage when it became clear that he was dying. Grievances over bad
bread, high taxes, and greedy papal relatives swelled into a tidal wave
that flooded the city with riots, murders, and arson until the new pope
was elected. Only when the cardinal camerlengo stood on the balcony
of the Vatican and announced “Habemus papam!” did the mob lay aside
cudgels, swords, and pistols and go back to work joyously.
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