Chapter 42 Chapter Forty-One

Nothing moved in my stomach.I put my hand on my lower belly and pressed down until I could just make out the bone of a lower leg, tight against my belly.I pressed harder, but still nothing.I'm trying to calm myself down, sleeping is sometimes like dying, even if you haven't been born yet. "Alexandra." Irilah's voice made me open my eyes.Cristoforo stood behind her, the morning sun haloing his head.I looked away and looked into Ilila's eyes.Be careful, said her wink, every time you One step forward and life becomes more dangerous.And I can't help it. "Hi," my voice sounded tired and languid, "what's going on?"

"It's okay, you just fainted for a while, that's it." My husband said with relief. "Then the fetus..." "...Falling asleep, I believe." Ilila interrupted me, "You should also sleep for a while. At this time, any emotional fluctuations may cause harm to the two of you." "I know," I struggled to my feet, quickly grabbed her hand, squeezed it hastily, and said, "Thank you, Elila. You can leave now." She nodded and walked out. "They didn't arrest you," I said to him, smiling. "I'm overjoyed." But even as I said that, I got a sick feeling inside me.Now I know, I think.I know how you feel—that inexplicable fear that comes from imagining adversity for someone you care about, even if it's just your imagination.

"Christophero, I'm glad you weren't caught. Glad..." I paused and said, "but you know it's because of Tommaso's hatred for me. He..." I went on Stopping, Ilila's eyes seemed to be right in front of me, "He can name dozens of other names at will, and he knows that I have a great love for art and knows that painters have given me encouragement." I can hardly look at him eyes, "They'll torture him too, won't they?" He nodded, "If he informs, yes, it's the law." "But he doesn't know anything, and he doesn't know anyone, so he can't tell anyone else out. But they'll never mind. You know what's going to happen, Cristoforo. They'll keep torturing him until If he confesses, they'll break his arms. If he loses his hands..."

"I know, Alexandra, I know." His voice was harsh. "I know exactly what happened." "I'm sorry." Although I tried to be careful, I couldn't help crying, "I'm sorry, I know it's not your fault." Pushing the bench with both hands, I stood up, "I have to go find them." He came up to me, "Don't be stupid." "No, no. I have to go. I have to tell them. The law forbids them to torture pregnant women, so they have to listen to me." "Ah! That's a downright stupid idea. They're not going to listen to you. You're only going to make things worse and drag us all into their bloody crimes."

"It wasn't their crime. It was..." "As God bears witness, I have sent..." We yelled at each other angrily.I stopped, "What did you just say?" "If only you'd be quiet and listen to me. I said I've sent someone to the prison." "Send who?" "A person who can make them obey. I can't make you think that I will let an innocent person take the blame for me." "Ah, you haven't confessed yet?" He said with a wry smile: "I'm not that brave yet. But I found a way to intercede with the people who decided this matter. Yesterday people from the St. Franciscan church publicly attacked him, saying that he is not a prophet, but insane. A madman. That man challenged him to the stake to convince the people."

"what?" "They both walked in the flames at the same time to see if Savonarola was really protected by God." "Ah, dear Mother. How can this happen to us here? We have become savages." "We're savages indeed. They've piled up some soaked timber in Town Hall Square." "Did Savonarola win?" "Don't be so naive, Alexandra. None of them are going to win. It just gets the thugs blood pumping. But he's lost. This morning he declared that working for God was more important than such a test, and proposed A monk took his place."

"Ah! But then it will be known to all that he is a liar as well as a coward." "He doesn't see it that way, but people do. More importantly...it means that the lord no longer has to follow him. People have been waiting for this opportunity ever since he was excommunicated from the Church." .” "Then you think..." "Yes, I think now is a great time to overthrow Savonarola. In the past, this kind of crime could be negotiated based on status and the size of the wallet. We have to hope and pray that we can still go down this path." "So you're going to pay to get them out of prison?"

"Whenever possible, yes." "Oh, God," I cried again, tears streaming down my face, "Oh, God. Everyone around us is crazy. What will become of us?" "What will become of us?" He shook his head sadly. "We will do what we can, live the life we ​​are meant to do, and pray that Savonarola is wrong, and that a merciful God who loves the saints, loves sinners too."