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SOME QUICK TRANSLATIONS:
Resta ancora, animale stupido -
March 25th, 1500. Rome, in the small hours of the morning
In the warmth of the stable, the mare slept on, heedless of the rain pounding down outside. She was content to sleep standing, dreaming of open fields, the inner streets of Roma and the stable boy, who was kind to her. He'd given her some extra hay for her stall that night, mindful of the cold, and had fed her an apple before stroking her nose fondly and departing to bed. And she was content like that, that night, until the door of the stable was thrown open and the wind was let in. She felt the cold and the specks of rain, and woke indignantly, only for her eyes to fall in the hooded figure standing the door. He carried no light, and only stood for a moment, watching her. Her eyes rolled in fright, and she nickered softly as he approached with a purpose that hurried him. Being closest to the door, he went for her stall, opening its door and going inside. She moved away from him, stirring anxiously as he snatched he saddle and reins from the wall, and slapped the former onto her back, tightening the straps far tighter than was comfortable. She snorted unhappily and moved away from him again, and he swore at her.
'Resta ancora, animale stupido,' he hissed, forcing the bit of the reins in between her teeth. She tossed her head back, neighing unhappily, only for him to grab hold of the leather straps and yank her head back down to his level. Forced to remain still, the straps on her head were tightened beyond comfort, and when that was done, she was dragged from her stall. She was reluctant to move, and all the man could do at first was drag her head forward – it stuck out of the stall like a stalk.
'Vaffanculo!' he swore again, and with a whip that he seized from its rack, struck her on her flank. The mare recoiled, and neighed sharply. The other horses in the stable stirred at once, answering her with soft nickers. The man froze, and looked around at the small buzz of activity that reminded him that things could go beyond his control. Changing his tactics, he turned back to the mare and clicked impatiently – unwilling to feel the whip again, she came forward, and was promptly led hurriedly out into the rain. She stood, afraid, while the man shut the doors of the stable again, and then tugged on her reins.
She followed as he led her well outside of the Assassin hideout, and only then did he mount her and ride away.
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