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appropriate to say?

Forgive my silence.

L- I was just thinking...

with envy and admiration

of your husband.

I was also deploring the fact that while

Your Highness has a memento of our meeting...

I have nothing.

You're not hinting

for a gift in return?

"Hinting" is hardly

the word for it.

But I-

There.

I will keep this as a saint's relic...

in memory of the divine hand

that wore it.

Master da Pavia, isn't it time

you presented this gentleman?

Magnifico Andrea Orsini, captain

to His Excellency, Duke Cesare Borgia.

Oh, then I know your kinsman.

- The cardinal, the duke of Gravina.

- Distant kinsman.

My family is of Naples.

My great uncle was Raimondo Orsini,

count of Nola.

Oh, indeed. Now, will you

please present me?

I have the honor to present

Camilla degli Baglioni...

wife of His Excellency,

Marc Antonio Verano...

lord of Citt del Monte.

Who is very pleased to have

exchanged souvenirs with you.

Would you do my husband and me

the honor of waiting on us?

Well, unfortunately,

I leave for Ferrara.

You go alone?

Armed with an olive branch.

- A pleasant journey, Messer Orsini.

- Madame. Messer.

How long have you known

this gentleman?

Oh, three years about.

What do you make of him?

A soldier who knows art...

an Orsini unrelated

to the Orsini...

a servant of the Borgias

going alone to Borgia's enemies.

He has too many faces.

I find him interesting.

I hope you may not find him dangerous,

Madonna. He drives a hard bargain.

Grazie.

- Don't be a fool! Don't be a fool!

- Fool to kill you?

If you kill me, you'll never

know why I attacked you.

Get up.

On your feet.

Walk in front of me

toward the light.

Ah, a face like yours

shouldn't be hidden in the dark.

- It's beautiful.

- It's been called everything but that.

Oh, only by the unartistic.

Oh, there's-

there's design in your face.

A hundred twisted

curves and anles...

tortured into a pattern

of exquisite evil.

And you have beautiful

and artistic hands.

That face, those hands,

your voice and manner of speaking.

You are, of course,

of gentle birth.

What does my birth

got to do with you?

I like to know something

about the people I deal with.

Why rake over the past

of a hired assassin?

Because it may determine

our future.

Now tell me, who employed you

to assassinate me?

- I never sell my wares until I know the price.

- How much is your life worth?

- Why?

- 'Cause that's all I promise to pay.

Now you're unarmed

and I'm not squeamish.

Besides, you deserve to die.

Well, I'm, uh- I'm waiting

for a fresh topic of conversation.

Did I hear you say Duke d'Este

paid you to draw my blood?

- In advance.

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