Fools' Gold (Volume 3) (Order of Darkness) - Hardcover

Gregory, Philippa

Hardcover

ISBN 10: 1442476907 ISBN 13: 9781442476905

Verlag: Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers, 2014

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All that glitters may well be gold in the third book in the Order of Darkness quartet filled with intrigue, mystery, and romance, from #1 New York Times bestselling author Philippa Gregory.

Tasked to expose a coin counterfeiting scheme, Luca and Isolde travel to Venice just in time for Carnival. Amid the masks, parties, and excitement, the romantic attraction between the two reaches a new intensity that neither can deny.

Their romance is interrupted by the arrival of the alchemist, who may be the con artist they’ve been looking for. But as Luca starts to investigate the original charge, the alchemist reveals his true goal—he plans to create the Philosopher’s Stone, a mystical substance said to be capable of turning base metals into gold and producing the elixir of life.

With pounds of undocumented gold coins and an assistant who claims to be decades older than she appears, all evidence points to the possibility that the alchemist has succeeded in his task. But as Luca and Isolde get closer to the truth, they discover that reality may be more sinister than they ever could have imagined.

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Philippa Gregory is the author of many New York Times bestselling novels, including The Other Boleyn Girl, and is a recognized authority on women’s history. Many of her works have been adapted for the screen including The Other Boleyn Girl. She graduated from the University of Sussex and received a PhD from the University of Edinburgh, where she is a Regent. She holds honorary degrees from Teesside University and the University of Sussex. She is a fellow of the Universities of Sussex and Cardiff and was awarded the 2016 Harrogate Festival Award for Contribution to Historical Fiction. She is an honorary research fellow at Birkbeck, University of London. She was awarded a CBE title for services to literature and charity in 2022. She welcomes visitors to her website PhilippaGregory.com.

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Fools’ Gold

RAVENNA, SPRING 1454

The four horse riders halted before the mighty closed gates of the city of Ravenna, the snow swirling around their hunched shoulders, while the manservant Freize rode up to the wooden doors and, using his cudgel, hammered loudly and shouted: “Open up!”

“You won’t forget what to say,” Luca reminded him quickly.

Inside, they could hear the bolts being slowly slid open.

“I should hope I can—though naturally truthful—tell a lie or two when required,” Freize said with quiet pride, while Brother Peter shook his head that he should be so reduced as to depend on Freize’s ready dishonesty.

The gateway pierced the great wall that encircled the ancient city. The defenses were newly rebuilt; the city had just been occupied by its conquerors: the Venetians, who were spreading their unique form of government—a republic—through all the neighboring cities, fueled by gold, driven by trade. Slowly the little sally-port door opened and a guard in the bright livery of the victors presented arms and waited for the travelers to request admission.

Freize launched himself into a mouthful of lies with ill-concealed relish. “My lord,” he said, gesturing to Luca. “A young and wealthy nobleman from the west of Italy. His brother: a priest.” He pointed to Brother Peter, who was indeed a priest but was serving as Luca’s clerk and had never met him before they were partnered on this series of missions. “His sister is the fair young lady.” Freize gestured to the beautiful girl who was Lady Isolde of Lucretili, no relation at all to the handsome young man but traveling with him for safety. “And her companion the dark young lady is riding with her.” Freize was nearest to the truth with this, for Ishraq had been Isolde’s friend and companion from childhood; now they were exiled together from their home, looking for a way to return. “While I am—”

“Servant?” the guard interrupted.

“Factotum,” Freize said, rolling the word around his mouth with quiet pride. “I am their general factotum.”

“Going where?” the guard demanded, putting out his hand for a letter that would describe them. Unblushingly, Freize produced the document sealed by Milord, the commander of their secret papal Order, which confirmed the lie that they were a wealthy young family going to Venice.

“To Venice,” Freize said. “And home again. God willing,” he added piously.

“Purpose of visit?”

“Trade. My young master is interested in shipping and gold.”

The guard raised his eyebrows and shouted a command to the men inside the town. The great gate swung open as he stood deferentially to one side, bowing low as the party rode grandly inward.

“Why do we tell lies here?” Ishraq asked Freize very quietly, bringing up the rear as servants should. “Why not wait till we get to Venice?”

“Too late there,” he said. “If Luca is going to pass for a wealthy young merchant in Venice, someone might ask after his journey. Someone may see us here at the inn. We can say we came from Ravenna. If they bother to enquire, they can confirm here that we are a wealthy family and hope that they won’t trouble to look beyond, all the way from Pescara.”

“But if they do trace us back, beyond Pescara, to the village of Piccolo, then they’ll learn that Luca is an inquirer, working for the Pope himself, and you are his friend, and Brother Peter his clerk, and Isolde and I are no relation at all but just young women traveling with you for safety on our way to Isolde’s kinsman.”

Freize scowled. “If we had known that Luca’s master would have wanted him to travel disguised, we could have started this whole journey with new clothes, spending money like lords. But since he only condescended to inform us at Piccolo, we have to take the risk. I will buy us some rich elegant capes and hats here in Ravenna and we’ll have to get the rest of our clothes in Venice.”

The guard pointed the way they should go, toward the best inn of the town, and they found it easily, a big building against the wall of the great castle, on the little hill above the market square. Freize jumped down from his horse and left him standing as he opened the door and bellowed for service for his master, then he came back out and held the horses while Luca, Lady Isolde and Brother Peter swept into the inn and ordered two private bedrooms and a private dining room, as befitted their great rank. Freize helped Ishraq down from her horse, and she went quickly after her mistress as Freize led all the horses and the pack donkey round to the stable yard.

As they settled into their rooms they could hear the bells of the churches chiming for Vespers all over the city, the air loud with their clamor, birds whirling into the sky from the many towers. Isolde went to the window, rubbed the frost away from the panes, and watched Brother Peter and Luca leave the inn and head toward the church through the occasional swirls of light snow.

“Aren’t you going to church?” Ishraq asked, surprised, as Isolde was usually very devout.

“Tomorrow morning,” Isolde said. “I couldn’t concentrate tonight.”

Ishraq did not need to ask her friend why she was so distracted. She only watched her gaze follow the young man as he strode down the cobbled street.



When the men came back from Mass they all dined together in the private room, Freize bringing up food from the kitchen. When he had spread all the plates: the pie, the pitadine—a sort of pancake with rich savory toppings—the venison haunch, the roast ham, the braised chicken and the sweetbreads on the table, he stood by the door, the very picture of a deferential servant.

“Freize: eat with us,” Luca commanded.

“I’m supposed to be your general factotum,” Freize repeated the grand word. “Or servant.”

“No one can see,” Isolde pointed out. “And it feels odd when you don’t sit down. I’d like you to eat with us, Freize.”

There was no need for her to repeat the invitation. Freize pulled up a chair, took a plate and started to serve himself generously.

“Besides, this way you’ll get two dinners,” Ishraq pointed out to him with a little smile. “One now, and one in the kitchen later.”

“A working man needs to keep up his strength,” Freize said cheerfully, buttering a thick slice of bread and sinking his white teeth into it. “What’s Ravenna like?”

“Old,” Luca remarked. “The little that I have seen of it so far. A great city, wonderful churches, as beautiful as Rome in some parts. But before we leave tomorrow I want to go to the tomb of Galla Placidia.”

“Who’s that?” Isolde asked him.

“She was a very great lady in ancient times, and she prepared herself a great tomb that the priest at church told me to go and see. He says it is very beautiful inside, with mosaics from floor to ceiling.”

“I should like to see that!” Ishraq remarked...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2014
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 1442476907
• ISBN 13: 9781442476905
• Einband: Gebundene Ausgabe
• Zeichner: Van Deelen Fred
• Anzahl der Seiten: 384
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