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Pearls Before Swine [2/?]

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"A goblet of wine, Messer?" Startled out of his thoughts, Giovanni turned to the servant. The youth bowed, presenting a silver platter, on which stood a single crystal of dark, red wine, the color of deepest sunset. The insignia of the Sforza was emblazoned prominently on its stem. "For the toast," the servant explained, when Giovanni looked askance at the glass. Shooting a quick glance at Galeazzo, he saw the Duke preoccupied with his latest boast of a successful hunting expedition, and warily accepted the drink. He did not bring it to his lips.

A loud pounding drew his attention back to the table. "Everyone!" Galeazzo boomed, standing up from his chair. The gemstones on his hand glittered as he pointed toward Lorenzo. "A toast to our illustrious host, Lorenzo de' Medici!" He raised his glass proudly to the chandelier light. "May the alliance between Florence and Milan last for centuries to come!"

Smiling, Lorenzo tipped his goblet in response. "And may prosperity continue to bless our two cities," he replied graciously.

As the rest of the guests joined in the toast, Giovanni found himself the only one still holding a full glass. Despite his misgivings, he took a cautious sip. The wine was surprisingly good, of a rich and dark quality known only to the best vintners, clearly aged for many years in casks of the finest oak. Cool liquid slipped like velvet on his tongue, bringing with it an elegant, silky taste, which masked the heavy spice that burst full-bodied when it rolled down his throat. Unconsciously, he licked a ruby droplet from the edge of his lip. His pleasure must have registered on his face, for looking up, he found Galeazzo's dark sienna eyes trained intently on his form, a slow smirk curling the other's mouth. The Duke brought his own cup to his lips in a mirror gesture, idly stroking the arm of the woman beside him.

Abruptly uncomfortable at the scrutiny, Giovanni ducked his head beneath his cowl and melted into the shadows of a nearby alcove. Something about Galeazzo's attention did not sit well with his instincts.

Downing his glass in a single gulp, the Duke of Milan waved impatiently at his servant for more. "Lorenzo!" he cried, catching the other's eye with a wave of his hand. "You must try this new wine I've acquired. It is exquisite," he gestured expansively," simply the best in Italia!" Without waiting for an answer, Galeazzo snapped his fingers. "Bernardo!" A youth no older than fourteen, fuzz still barely peppering his cheeks, appeared nervously at his side. "Bring the bottle of Brunello. Con fretta!" The boy scurried to do his bidding.

"Your taste in spirits is as always excellent, Galeazzo," Lorenzo complimented his guest. Tilting his glass, he quaffed the cool, red wine. "Tell me, what is this I hear of the architect Bramante coming under your patronage? Have you plans to expand Milan?"

"Yes." Ever eager for an opportunity to laud his city, Galeazzo launched into a detailed description of his designs. "A new church, just south of the Duomo. I've commissioned it with a large bell tower and dome that arches above the main road into Milan, leading right up through the choir. It will be the very picture of Christian virtue," Galeazzo said, grinning, "and attract a healthy pilgrimage of merchants as well."

"Milan is fast becoming a center of commerce," Lorenzo acknowledged, spreading his palms. "Even better should the roads to the south expand, so the patrons of your merchants find easy passage through the Florentine markets."

"Of course, of course. You know I've always supported more trade when it comes to la bella Firenze." The Duke's merry mood was interrupted by an agitated tap at his shoulder. Turning, he surveyed his servant expectantly. Bernardo had neither wine nor glass in his hands, however. Instead, the boy whispered something nearly inaudible, face white as a sheet. "What?!" Galeazzo's expression froze in a spasm of rage. He clamped a hand hard around the servant's wrist. "Repeat yourself. Louder!" he snapped, as the terrified boy squirmed in his grasp. "So all present can hear of your incompetence!"

At once, the room fell silent.