Death of the
Gerardino da Lucari was more than pleased with how things had gone with the Pope. The Pontiff, the most blessed of old men - friendly in personal conversation, and truly to be beautified someday as the true one Holy Pontiff of Christiandom, and the Duke of Siena thought well of him, and with the utmost respect.
Yet he had no idea the man was dying. All men of age look in poor health, he thought to himself, when he had been summoned by the Holy Father. The Duke was distraught nearly when he had learned that it was his Holiness's deathbed.
Kneeling by his bedside, the Gerardino de Lucari felt tears flow from his eyes as he watched the old man, and listened to his final words.
"Holy Father, I promise you in life I will do everything to uphold your word. I promise you, your Holiness... I promise.." And he then broke down in tears.
A man whom had truly given him everything he had, who had befriended him in the last few days... a man who had been more of a father to him than his own, was dead.
He crossed himself reverently as a white sheet was lain over the Holy Father's body.
Gerardino da Lucari locked himself inside his personal chamber for the night, with maps, diplomatic papers, some state spending figures recently drawn up...
He would do everything to fight for the cause of the Church, for the rest of his life.