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Eleanor Herman
“with his eyes open and his face frightened and in great poverty, having
been robbed of everything.” He added, “Unfortunately, it was all true,
and it would have been better if this pamphlet had not furnished such
information to the heretics.” 27
It had been more than forty-two years since Gianbattista Pamphili, a
thirty-eight-year-old monsignor living in a dilapidated row house, had
met Olimpia Maidalchini, the twenty-one-year-old bride of his brother.
Ambitious and energetic, with flashing dark eyes and an obliging smile,
she had swept into his house and completely changed the trajectory of
his life. And now that relationship, which had shocked first Rome and
then the world, was over.
The pope’s master of ceremonies and his assistants removed his body
from the bed and carried it to another room to be washed with cold
water and herbs. His barber shaved his head and beard. His body was
washed again with white wine warmed with fragrant herbs, then oiled
with balsam.
The moment the body was gone and the room was empty, Olimpia
ran in. She fell to her knees, scrambled under the bed, and dragged out
both chests of gold. She had brought with her several burly servants to
carry them quickly out of the palace and load them into her carriage.
As the chests were being removed from the pope’s bedroom, papal servants
raced inside to despoil what was left of the bed.
Olimpia galloped home, hoping no one would attack her carriage
once the bells started tolling their news of the pope’s death. Once her
carriage raced into the courtyard of the Piazza Navona palace, she
barred the doors behind her.
Olimpia was now locked inside a prison from which she dared not
emerge. Her greatest fear all those years of what men would do to her
had come true, but they had not done it to her. Tragically, she had done
it to herself.
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