Cardinal Corleone was a happy man. It had taken him five years to find the perfect poison, but now he had.
Just a little each day and he could debilitate the Pontiff and take control. Thoughts of money and power brought him to the doors of the audience room. He was about to address the Room as the "Mouth of Jean-Luke, the Fisherman Pope" and he liked it.
There was a definite knack to getting in the right favour for power with people. He just had to make sure he was only seen behind the scenes and not to prominent for too long. That fool of a Pontiff had the unfortunate habit of changing his diet when he got ill. It saved him remembering to tell the assassin not to kill him yet but keep him low and kept him on his toes.
Heh, heh. He had even got the price down due to the constant failure to kill. If he got caught he only new he got his notes from an illiterate mute that worked in the stables. He often wondered where his idol Cardinal Odo was now days. He might even think Corleone was doing well. If only he knew.
As he walks in he views the petitioners with an air of officiousness, sits on the throne of St. Peter and reads the letter from Egypt. He slaps it with the back of his hand.
"These Egyptians.... They want to talk and deny facts that they made pledges when allowing Missionaries into their land directly after we took Judea the first time."
"Phwwwwwa..... Some hope. But I shall pass it on."
"Ohh... By the way gentlemen I will be the voice of our poorly Papa until he is able to rise. He has an ailment of the stomach and tends himself."
"We all know how good he is at healing. I'm sure he will be up and about in no time."
"Now. To business."
"
Cardinal Raponi . I'm of the opinion that the Greeks have no claim on what is not theirs. Constantinople should go to the one true faith that CAN protect it. OURS."
"But.... The Pontifical Holy Father. God bless him. Has this ridiculous idea of, if not reuniting, certainly bringing together the two Christian faiths, under certain ....errr... Provisos."
"This would probably include him eventually returning Thrace to their dubious control, But it is pointless to discuss anything if we don't have the City."
"There is too much happening NOW, to worry about "What ifs" too"
The smell of Chicken broth assails his nostrils and his mouth begins to water.
"
Cardinal Bouchier... Eminence I will ensure the broth gets to his Holiness directly. I will even take it personally." A wicked grin crosses his face.
"Ohhh... Yes. His Holiness would like to see two Cardinals as soon as he's well. Both
Cardinal Horst and Cardinal Frontenac, please make your selves ready. And if they're not present. Send for them, if anyone cares for their souls"
"As for war on France. I will inform his Holiness."
Corleone nods to Cardinal Alfons de Borja
"I see no reason why you must stay in crusade with France acting so erratically. But I suppose I must ask his Holiness...."
"If Louis is harmed it would not go well for the
Regent"
As
Cardinal Jean de Montpetit speaks Corleone is seen to get angry.
"Stripped of his crown?! Possibly harmed? Breaking the Armistice?! What is all this?"
"Both you, and
Bouchier know what the popes answer to this would be...."
"" speak to them before war my children"..... Et cetera, Et cetera"
"So eminence... Be sure of Louis plight, be very sure"
"You might want to send the Bishop of Artois to my quarters later. I wish to speak with him, by your leave"
He returns to thought and nods as Bishop Mathias of Kitzingen speaks. Mumbling "Quite, quite"