Petrus Boeri, OB
"He's getting ideas? I gave him the idea; I better hope that he gets it or otherwise we would have bigger problems. Whatever he's thinking, it's better than just seizing those isles and holding them as a papal resort. If Aragon is embittered to us, then we face them, England, Naples, and possibly Portugal as well against Castile and France. What then?"
Biting his lip, Bohier stopped for a moment, and took a more subdued tone. "Who has he been talking to?" he asked calmly, jerking his head in the direction of the papal court. "I simply don't wish for us to surround ourselves with enemies. His Majesty's view is unformed and uninformed. He doesn't know what's going on, and his damn uncles have done nothing, nothing!" Trying to reassert his self-control, he breathed deeply. "No one is in charge in Paris. There are two possibilities-- the uncles come and assume their role as co-Regents, or Charles blossoms into a sublimely wise monarch and takes charge himself." The sarcasm that tinged the latter part of the sentence reflected the unlikelihood of that. "I doubt they will want to embitter Aragon. Portugal- even I know nothing about Portugal. What have they done there besides receive Prigano's sanction to molest some sheep?"