Lessons are not given, they are taken; regardless of their source, everyone has challenges to learn from and we wouldn't be who we are without them.
A hand touched Pura's shoulder; she spun around her hand on a smoke bomb she had stolen off a guard. She then stopped her action and smiled at the hooded figure that was Ezio. His eyes glittered with mischief.
"Don't tell me Machiavelli wasn't happy," she teased. Ezio grinned, removing his hand from Pura's shoulder and touched her chin. "So what's your amazing plan?" he asked as Pura pulled her face away, scrunching it to show her discomfort of the touch.
"What can you see right now?" she questioned.
Ezio shook his head, "not unless it involves a conflict. Nothing." Pura laughed at him and grabbed his hand, dragging him to the opposite side of the bridge and to the edge. She swiftly let go and jumped of it. Ezio followed.
"See that gap in the grill," Pura pointed out. Ezio nodded and returned a small sweet smile. Pura looked away. "By using the water level poles you can cross to it," she explained, "but be careful of the three guards down there."
"Okay, Pures, any ideas passing them?" he asked turning Pura back around. Pura tapped her finger against her lip, deep in thought. "Kill them quickly," she said tonelessly.
Ezio shrugged, "guess I'm improvising." Pura sighed then scrambled back up to street level.
On the day the Contessa was to be transferred to the Castello, Ezio, Pura and Machiavelli joined the gathering crowd around a well-guarded carriage.
One coachman leapt from his box and hastened around to open a door.
After a moment a figure emerged, wearing a royal red gown. Pura instantly recognized this woman with cruel red lips and white blond hair. "Lucrezia Borgia," she muttered.
Lucrezia dragged the Contessa by her hair, with no justified class, and slung her to the ground. Pura noticed that Ezio tensed, watching the woman in chains and a coarse brown dress. Was it in his view that the bedraggled Contessa had a greater presence than Lucrezia?
Pura swiftly realised that Machiavelli had placed a restraining hand on Ezio's arm. "Don't Ezio," Pura whispered, "a rescue attempt now would be a failure."
"Hail, citizens of Roma," said Lucrezia as she placed a foot on the Contessa's back, "a splendid sight to behold. Caterina Sforza, the she-whore of Forli." Lucrezia glared at the non-responding crowd, Caterina raised her head and mocked Lucrezia, but was swiftly punished for her insult. Pura twitched uncomfortable as Lucrezia threatened the crowd of people.
Lucrezia and Caterina left soon after, into the castello with a dozen guards. Pura took no notice of the thinning crowd or Machiavelli's words to Ezio, only Ezio leaping over the edge of the riverbank leaving Pura with Machiavelli.
"So Pura, what are you to do?" asked Machiavelli. Pura snapped back into normal time. "I have work to do," she said darkly.
"Yes, Chigi is it," he grinned. Pura glared at him. "Yes, I know Vita Pura." Machiavelli walked away. Pura growled numerous curses as she headed into the bustling streets.
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