work on the frescoes not quick enough, and of course his preparations for the Festival of the Holy Belt are more demanding than ever before.â
âThe man is a genuine pox,â deâ Valenti exclaimed, and the men at the table laughed heartily.
Sensing the mood was right, Fra Filippo seized this moment to bring his business to Ser Francesco. He spoke quickly of the altarpiece for King Alfonso, describing in detail his vision for the Madonna kneeling in the forest, and the face that would complete that vision.
âYes.â Cantansanti nodded thoughtfully as the painter spoke. âYes, this is what must be delivered to the King of Naples.â
Emboldened, the monk described the face of a woman now living in the Convent Santa Margherita whose beauty surpassed even the finest paintings ever done.
âSo there you have it, friends,â Fra Filippo said when he was finished. âA pure young woman cloistered in Santa Margherita. Is there anything more fitting for the representation of the Madonna? Only a few things stand between us and this glory for His Excellency, Cosimo deâ Medici, may the Lord Jesus Christ grant him strength and continued good health.â
âThere are many things of value in the city of Prato,â Cantansanti said, raising his glass to Fra Filippo. âIâm certain weâll convince the prioress to do whatâs best for all.â
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S ister Camilla, sipping a cup of thin broth after Nones two days later, was sure sheâd misheard the prioress. It couldnât be right. Perhaps the steam from the hot soup had garbled her words.
âBeg pardon, Mother, but I didnât hear you.â
âI said,â Mother Bartolommea repeated. âThe novitiate Lucrezia will sit for Fra Filippoâs altarpiece, an important work of great consequence which has been commissioned by the Medici. Under normal circumstances I would never allow it.â She leaned closer to Sister Camilla. âBut since heâs a man of the Church, our very own chaplain, itâs not the compromise it might seem at first. After all, his workshop is nearly, by extension, a part of our convent.â
As Sister Camilla stared silently, the prioress continued in a whisper.
âFor our trouble and generosity weâll have the Sacra Cintola here, at the convent, under my secret protection. Think of it!â she exclaimed. âWith the Holy Belt in our possession, imagine what favors might be bestowed upon us from the Blessed Mother.â
The prioress looked at Sister Camilla, waiting for her response. She leaned forward, and repeated herself.
âI said, Sister Camilla, that we shall have the Holy Belt, sacred relic of the Virgin Mary, here in our convent. Of course, it will be solely in my possession and no one will know but the two of us.â
Sister Camilla put down her cup and stared at the prioress. She assumed the good mother was making some kind of joke.
âIâm only telling you in case something should happen,â the prioress said. âBut with the belt here, what harm could possibly come to us?â
Sister Camilla wasnât sure how to respond. She was sought out for her quiet wisdom, and wasnât one to make rash remarks.
âThereâs more.â The prioress puffed out her chest. âIâve also arranged for a beautiful new altarpiece to be commissioned for SantaMargherita. The painting will depict the Madonna at the moment when she passes the Sacra Cintola to Saint Thomas. I shall be included in this painting as a patron kneeling before the Holy Virgin.â
The prioress let out her breath, her figure seeming to shrink as she exhaled.
âI shouldnât be so boastful,â she muttered, straightening her wimple. âItâs against our Rule.â
Despite her disclaimer, the prioress was deeply flattered by the notion of appearing for all of eternity in one of Fra Filippo Lippiâs paintings. Like the