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What they said… What’s the fun is that?

Oh to remember those days…..sigh….this was a fun chapter..

Ya might say the orgasm would be outta this world…

I think with Simon's help, Ben will see that it will take some time, but work out in the end...was that a pun?

I'd like a Bombay G&T, please, and thanks...with a splash of Roses Lime Juice!!!

And therin lies the rub... “And a wolf in a cardinal’s hat long before that,” Matteo shot back. “He lifts his hand in blessing while the other hand strangles liberty. Florence should govern herself, not kneel to Rome.” “You speak as though faith were tyranny,” Gianluca said, voice taut. “The Pope is God’s Vicar. To defy him is to defy the divine order.” “Or to defy men who dress their ambition in silks embroidered with gold,” Matteo countered. His pulse quickened with every word. “Florence has fought for her liberty for a hundred years. I’ll not see her sold to papal pride.” He looked quizzically at Gianluca. "Doesn't your family side with Cardinal della Rovere against the tyrrany of Sixtus." Gianluca sadly observed, "Most of my family is in Rome. A distant cousin of my grandfather was himself Pope." He looked pleadingly at Matteo. "Rome is our shepherd, Matteo. Florence cannot stand alone against her." He whispered hoarsely, “God placed the keys of heaven in Peter’s hands, not the guildmasters of Florence.” And the dangers... Matteo’s fingers tightened on the arm of his chair. “So the Holy Father plots against us while blessing us from the altar.” Ludovico gave a thin smile. “You are learning the ways of men, nephew. God may be eternal, but His vicar keeps a ledger.” Tommaso bristled. “Speak carefully, uncle. We owe respect to the Holy See.” Giovanni’s voice cut through the room. “We owe Florence first. Remember that. The Pope’s quarrel with the Medici is not just a merchant’s feud... it is a war for our soul. If Rome wins, Florence becomes another papal city, ruled by cardinals instead of councils, fat priests in place of free men. And our bank, our name, will be chained to their altars.”

Marvin is more than the sum of his parts; the experiences he is having with Kent's PTSD are telling. I'd like to know more about his background... As to the family's reaction to the will, I've been there, and there isn't anything like family that feels entitled...While my grandparents' wills were simple, assumptions, misunderstandings, and old-fashioned lying to their attorneys. All of this, coupled with intransigence bordering on insanity, turned the whole affair into a fourteen-year battle...

Again…what he said!!!

Avery needs to move his job to Seattle….

I’m hooked!

Rashid will try to take Ishan with him when he goes to fight the crusaders…in an attempt to kill him… Just food for thought…

I suspect that Rhaddam is not too far behind Karsa….and this is all an act….

Just looked it up, and oh my goodness. The Pazzi family was something else…

So glad to see a new story, and welcome back, you’ve been missed!

While it is an obvious choice, Sky is swimming to the forefront…I wonder @Summerabbacat if he is stupping Susan on the side…that’s my theory and in sticking with it, until the next chapter ….

No one from this crew would ever think of going there….

What he said and more...that is more chapters, this is a story rich in possibilities...

Louis will find a different England when he ventures out from his winter quarters. His forces will never be as strong when he sets out, and this delay will prove disastrous…

Or a shining moment

Kent needs some help for his PTSD and shouldn’t try to go it alone…the reading of the will is not going to be easy…

That’s our story and we’re sticking to it… "No one finds out." Darien's voice was steel. "Wylan found the water because he listened to the land. Because he has a gift. Because God chose to answer our prayers through him." His eyes met Guy's. "That's the story. That's the *only* story." Guy held his gaze for a long moment. Then, slowly, he nodded. "The boy is a saint. A miracle worker. That's what they'll say." He looked at Wylan, and something in his expression shifted—not warmth, exactly, but something close to respect. "Try not to get us all killed, little saint." He was gone before Wylan could respond. Val crouched beside him, her face unreadable. "You did good, little bat. Dangerous, stupid, but good." She squeezed his shoulder. "Now rest. We march at noon, and you're going to need your strength."

And need to open multiple windows…

But will Lord Wylan and company be allowed to pass molested to Jerusalem ?

Father Michael is of the worst sort…he makes my blood boil…an ignorant pile of human filth and excrement with a bad case of oral diarrhea…..

A bowl of hot water perhaps?