Ezio, walking down the street a few paces behind his wife and children, suddenly winced as a coughing fit took him. He leant against a wall for support.
In a moment Sophia was by his side.
'You should have stayed home.'
He smiled at her. 'I am home.'
'Sit down, here.' She indicated a nearby bench. 'Wait for us. We'll be right over there. Only take a minute or two.'
He nodded, watching her rejoin the children and wander off a little farther down the street. He made himself comfortable, letting the pain subside.
He watched the people walking to and fro, going about their daily business. He felt pleased, and enjoyed watching them. He breathed in the smells of the market as it broke up around him. He listened to the sounds the traders made.
'I love it here,' he said to himself. Home. Home at last.
His reverie was interrupted by the peevish voice of a young Italian who plumped himself down on the bench near him. The young man was talking, apparently, to himself. He didn't look at Ezio.
'Al diavolo! I hate ...
... this damn city. I wish I were in Rome! I hear the women there are... mmm... like ripe Sangiovese on the vine, you know? Not like here. Firenze!' He spat on the ground.
Ezio looked at him. 'I don't think Florence is your problem,' he remarked, distressed at what the young man had said.
'I beg your pardon?'
Ezio was about to reply, but the pain seized him again. He winced and started to gasp. The young man turned to him. 'Steady, old man.'
He grabbed Ezio's wrist as Ezio caught his breath. Looking down at the hand that held him, Ezio thought the grip was uncommonly strong, and there was something strange, almost familiar, about the man's expression. But he was probably imagining it all. He shook his head to clear it.
The young man looked at Ezio closely, and smiled. Ezio returned the look.
'Get some rest, eh?' the young man said.
He rose to his feet and walked away. Ezio nodded in belated agreement, watching him go. Then he leant back, seeking Sofia in the thinning crowd. He saw her at a stall, buying...
... vegetables. And there beside her were Flavia and Marcello, baiting each other, playing together.
He closed his eyes, and took some deep breaths. His breathing calmed. The young man was right. He should get some rest.
Sofia was packing the vegetables she'd bought into a basket when something cold crept into her heart. She looked up then back to where Ezio sat. There was something about the way he was sitting. Confused, not wanting to admit what she was feared to herself, she put a hand to her mouth, and hurried across to him, leaving the children playing where they were.
As she got closer, she slowed her pace. She finally sat down by his side, taking his hand, and then she leant forward, pressing her forehead against his hair. One or two people looked in their direction, and then one or two more with concern but, otherwise, life in the street went on.
Much later that day, back home, and having sent Machiavelli away, Sofia took herself into the den. The children were in bed. She didnt think what had ...
... happened had sunk in for them, yet.
In the den the fire had gone out. She lit a candle and walked to the desk, picking up the neatly stacked sheaf of papers, tied with a ribbon, which lay on it. She began to read:
"When I was a young man, I had liberty, but I did not see it; I had time, but I did not know it; and I had love, but I did not feel it. Many decades would pass before I understood the meaning of all three. And now, in the twilight of my life, this understanding has passed into contentment. Love, liberty and time, once so much at my disposal, are the fuels that drive me forward. Love, most especially, my dearest, for you, our children, our brothers and sisters . . . and for the vast and wonderful world that gave us life and keeps us guessing. With endless affection, my Sophia, I am forever yours.
Ezio Auditore"
From Assassin's Creed Revelations by Oliver Bowden.
I'm a great lover of books but I must say, they'd be nothing without the visual image the game can provide. So, sorry, I kinda cheated the question but they're both equally awesome :D And Assassin's Creed movie soon too!
They're going to make a movie about it?
Huh... video game movies usually suck, so I'm going to await the review before I go seeing it. I Prefer the games. They're a great story combined with face stabbing. That'sa great combination that movies just can't recreate. :D
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Ezio, walking down the street a few paces behind his wife and children, suddenly winced as a coughing fit took him. He leant against a wall for support.
In a moment Sophia was by his side.
'You should have stayed home.'
He smiled at her. 'I am home.'
'Sit down, here.' She indicated a nearby bench. 'Wait for us. We'll be right over there. Only take a minute or two.'
He nodded, watching her rejoin the children and wander off a little farther down the street. He made himself comfortable, letting the pain subside.
He watched the people walking to and fro, going about their daily business. He felt pleased, and enjoyed watching them. He breathed in the smells of the market as it broke up around him. He listened to the sounds the traders made.
'I love it here,' he said to himself. Home. Home at last.
His reverie was interrupted by the peevish voice of a young Italian who plumped himself down on the bench near him. The young man was talking, apparently, to himself. He didn't look at Ezio.
'Al diavolo! I hate ...
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... this damn city. I wish I were in Rome! I hear the women there are... mmm... like ripe Sangiovese on the vine, you know? Not like here. Firenze!' He spat on the ground.
Ezio looked at him. 'I don't think Florence is your problem,' he remarked, distressed at what the young man had said.
'I beg your pardon?'
Ezio was about to reply, but the pain seized him again. He winced and started to gasp. The young man turned to him. 'Steady, old man.'
He grabbed Ezio's wrist as Ezio caught his breath. Looking down at the hand that held him, Ezio thought the grip was uncommonly strong, and there was something strange, almost familiar, about the man's expression. But he was probably imagining it all. He shook his head to clear it.
The young man looked at Ezio closely, and smiled. Ezio returned the look.
'Get some rest, eh?' the young man said.
He rose to his feet and walked away. Ezio nodded in belated agreement, watching him go. Then he leant back, seeking Sofia in the thinning crowd. He saw her at a stall, buying...
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... vegetables. And there beside her were Flavia and Marcello, baiting each other, playing together.
He closed his eyes, and took some deep breaths. His breathing calmed. The young man was right. He should get some rest.
Sofia was packing the vegetables she'd bought into a basket when something cold crept into her heart. She looked up then back to where Ezio sat. There was something about the way he was sitting. Confused, not wanting to admit what she was feared to herself, she put a hand to her mouth, and hurried across to him, leaving the children playing where they were.
As she got closer, she slowed her pace. She finally sat down by his side, taking his hand, and then she leant forward, pressing her forehead against his hair. One or two people looked in their direction, and then one or two more with concern but, otherwise, life in the street went on.
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... happened had sunk in for them, yet.
In the den the fire had gone out. She lit a candle and walked to the desk, picking up the neatly stacked sheaf of papers, tied with a ribbon, which lay on it. She began to read:
"When I was a young man, I had liberty, but I did not see it; I had time, but I did not know it; and I had love, but I did not feel it. Many decades would pass before I understood the meaning of all three. And now, in the twilight of my life, this understanding has passed into contentment. Love, liberty and time, once so much at my disposal, are the fuels that drive me forward. Love, most especially, my dearest, for you, our children, our brothers and sisters . . . and for the vast and wonderful world that gave us life and keeps us guessing. With endless affection, my Sophia, I am forever yours.
Ezio Auditore"
From Assassin's Creed Revelations by Oliver Bowden.
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Is that Assassin's Creed fanfiction or something, or is it from the game itself?
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The book series based on the game.
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I'm a great lover of books but I must say, they'd be nothing without the visual image the game can provide. So, sorry, I kinda cheated the question but they're both equally awesome :D And Assassin's Creed movie soon too!
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They're going to make a movie about it?
Huh... video game movies usually suck, so I'm going to await the review before I go seeing it. I Prefer the games. They're a great story combined with face stabbing. That'sa great combination that movies just can't recreate. :D