debts your father left when he diedâalthough at that time you were not of age, and therefore the responsibility was not yours, and should have fallen to the familyâs oldest male relative.â
Conrad bit back terms one should not use in front of Majesty.
Cazzo! Shite! Iâm going to kill Luigi! Shameless gossip .
âOne of the temptations of royalty is to rely always on oneâs own judgement. I try not to. In your case, it seemed reasonable to make enquires of the police chief where you live. Captain Esposito thinks highly of you. Apart from a despicable abilityâI quote the good captainâto win at games of chess, he had no complaints to make about your time in his district.â
Conrad managed to raise a barrier between his brain and his mouth, before he gave an opinion that Luigi wouldnât object to Conradâs chess or backgammon skills half so much, if he didnât have a foolish conviction he should keep betting money on his own.
I suppose itâs Luigiâs duty to tell, if King Ferdinand is shrewd enough to ask .
Conrad muttered, âUncle Darioâmy late fatherâs brotherâtold me my fatherâs creditors could go hang. Theyâre all small tradesmen. It seemed an injustice.â
âAt another time, I should much enjoy debating the basis of natural or theological justice with you, Conrad⦠Youâve been warned, and told everything possible, I think.â
âYes, sir.â
âThis is an urgent matter. How long will you need to decide?â
âYou mistake me.â Conrad couldnât repress a cheerful reckless smile. âMy answerâis yes, sir .â
The King took a few hasty steps, and swung around. âDonât be so quick. Youâre notâyou canât beâfully aware of the dangers!â
Heâs torn , Conrad realised.
The Kingâs expression vanished into blank politeness, but Conrad retained that glimpse. A man in the position of wanting simultaneously to encourage and discourage⦠Because he thinks Iâm too rash?
Because this is hazardous?
âSir, at this point, Iâm as aware of the dangers as I can be. If I hear nothing after this that I find I object to as a matter of principle, Iâll write your libretto. You have no idea how much I want to do it! Respectable peopleâdonât employ atheists. The opera industry keeps me in bread and olives, but where it rubs up against the respectable world, Iâm reminded again and again what I am. Censors, patrons, impresarios⦠the noblemen on local opera boardsâ¦â
Conrad Scalese wouldnât have been allowed into the army, if not for the warsagainst the Tyrant. Even then he was promoted no higher than lieutenant.
âYouâre offering me the opportunity to practise my skills as a librettist, and perhaps do something that no one in opera has ever done⦠Whatever else you have to tell me, itâs almost certain Iâll agree. I canât promise success. Only that Iâll put everything I can into the attempt.â
Conrad was aware of the smell of his own sweat. To be sticky, hot, ill-dressed, and the clear victim of a scuffle isnât the way to come before a king.
He waited.
The King reached out and laid his hand on Conradâs shoulder, ignoring the coatâs scuffs and dirt superbly.
âConrad Scalese. Nothing you hear after this can go beyond you and I, unless I give explicit permission. Do you swearâ affirm âthat you will keep silent about what I tell you?â
âI affirm it, sir.â
Conrad paused.
âExceptâmy servant.â The term did not sit easily in Conradâs mouth. âTullio Rossi will find out whatâs happening, no matter what I do. But if he gives me his word, I know heâll keep it.â
âWill you put your life on his discretion?â
âAlways.â
His tone must have conveyed that this wasnât a rash
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