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The Roman Noblewoman
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When in Rome, do as the Romans do.
—Saint Ambrose to Saint Augustine
Olimpia put the word out that she was a rich young widow
in search of a husband. Not any husband. At this point, armed
with youth, good looks, and great wealth, Olimpia could afford
to pick and choose.
What could she want from a husband that she didn’t already have?
Nobility, for one thing. As wealthy as Paolo Nini had been, and from a
good old Viterban family chock-full of dead bishops, he had not been
noble. Olimpia wanted to be the wife of a lord, a marquess, a count, or
even a prince. “Princess Olimpia” had a lovely ring to it.
For another thing, she was tired of Viterbo. Though she would always
love the region and often return to it, she longed to be in the beating
heart of the Catholic world—the center of politics, finance,
diplomacy, and church affairs. The land of glittering opportunities,
Rome had always been so close but yet so far. Olimpia wanted to marry
a Roman nobleman.
But even more than that, she wanted somehow to worm her way into
political power. Given the irreparable handicap of her gender, Olimpia
couldn’t run for city council herself. But she could work on political