Opulence was more than Cardinal Montais was used to. If the spare quarters at Sant'Eusbeio might be considered beneath his dignity, then he was awestruck by the furnishings provided by the Pope in the Vatican. The rooms were gilded with gold and silver trappings, with lush flooring and a bed to rival that of the Emperor himself, Montais thought. He was afraid to sleep on it at night, and said twenty Hail Marys each morning as penance for such a luxury.
The Cardinal's life was not what he thought it would be. He had hoped to be a part of some great Council which would decide pressing questions of theology. Yet more and more, he was discovering that this reality did not exist in Rome. Indeed, his colleagues resembled noblemen more so than the Saints.
There was the Frenchmen who was also a merchant, and owned a fleet of merchant ships in Ostia. He could never shake the smell of fish. One of the German Cardinals frequently visited the home of one Dulcinea A'were, a young noblewomen noted for her....eh...Montais blushed and suppressed the thought. And there were two Italians he could've sworn were dicing one night, though Montais tried his utmost to deny it to himself. No, this could not be happening. Not here, not in Rome.
And what of Cardinal Montais? His days were tedium. The novelty of living in the Eternal City was starting to wear off. He had visited every shrine, relic, and church in Rome over and over again. Only twice had he even seen Pope Pius, and usually only at formal gatherings. He watched with a growing concern as servants seemed to move in and out of the Papal residence, burdened with luxurious gifts. He'd heard of the lands...the treasure.
And it was Portuguese treasure that kept Montais in such decadent comfort, a thought that tore at him daily. Fresh deliveries of ivory arrived quietly from time to time, enough to remind His Holiness of Portugal's generosity, and the prominence of its highest Church official. Montais knew of the Cathedral, too, and the grand plans. It was for the glory of God, he told himself. Not for a man.
Rome was not what he had expected to be. He needed guidance. He needed to speak to someone. Perhaps His Holiness might shed some light on his confusion, and point out where his failings were if he could feel this bad. Arriving at the Papal residence one morning, he asked the Secretary for an appointment.