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angrily. ‘You should not have brought such a man to our dinner table. Father should never have been advised that he would make a good husband for me.’
    She rose to her feet and went down the aisle, her brother following after her. ‘Well anyway, what did you say to upset him?’
    Isolde hid a smile at the thought of the warming pan crashing against the prince’s fat head. ‘I made my feelings clear. And I will never meet with him again.’
    ‘Well, that’s easily achieved,’ Giorgio said bluntly. ‘Because you will never be able to meet with any man again. If you will not marry Prince Roberto, then you will have to go to the abbey. Our father’s will leaves you with no other choice.’
    Isolde paused as his words sank in, and put a hesitant hand on his arm, wondering how she could persuade him to let her go free.
    ‘There’s no need to look like that,’ he said roughly. ‘The terms of the will are clear, I told you last night. It was the prince or the nunnery. Now it is just the nunnery.’
    ‘I will go on a pilgrimage,’ she offered. ‘Away from here.’
    ‘You will not. How would you survive for one moment? You can’t keep yourself safe even at home.’
    ‘I will go and stay with some friends of Father’s – anyone. I could go to my godfather’s son, the Count of Wallachia, I could go to the Duke of Bradour . . .’
    His face was grim. ‘You can’t. You know you can’t. You have to do as Father commanded you. I have no choice, Isolde. God knows I would do anything for you, but his will is clear, and I have to obey my father – just as you do.’
    ‘Brother – don’t force me to do this.’
    He turned to the arched wall of the chapel doorway, and put his forehead to the cold stone, as if she was making his head ache. ‘Sister, I can do nothing. Prince Roberto was your only chance to escape the abbey. It is our father’s will. I am sworn on his sword, on his own broadsword, to see that his will is done. My sister – I am powerless, as you are.’
    ‘He promised he would leave his broadsword to me.’
    ‘It is mine now. As is everything else.’
    Gently she put her hand on his shoulder. ‘If I take an oath of celibacy, may I not stay here with you? I will marry no-one. The castle is yours, I see that. In the end he did what every man does and favoured his son over his daughter. In the end he did what all great men do and excluded a woman from wealth and power. But if I will live here, poor and powerless, never seeing a man, obedient to you, can I not stay here?’
    He shook his head. ‘It is not my will, but his. And it is – as you admit – the way of the world. He brought you up almost as if you had been born a boy, with too much wealth and freedom. But now you must live the life of a noblewoman. You should be glad at least that the abbey is nearby, and so you don’t have to go far from these lands that I know you love. You’ve not been sent into exile – he could have ordered that you go anywhere. But instead you will be in our own property: the abbey. I will come and see you now and then. I will bring you news. Perhaps later you will be able to ride out with me.’
    ‘Can Ishraq come with me?’
    ‘You can take Ishraq, you can take all your ladies if you wish, and if they are willing to go. But they are expecting you at the abbey tomorrow. You will have to go, Isolde. You will have to take your vows as a nun and become their abbess. You have no choice.’
    He turned back to her and saw she was trembling like a young mare will tremble when she is being forced into harness for the first time. ‘It is like being imprisoned,’ she whispered. ‘And I have done nothing wrong.’
    He had tears in his own eyes. ‘It is like losing a sister,’ he said. ‘I am burying a father and losing a sister. I don’t know how it will be without you here.’

 

THE ABBEY OF LUCRETILI, OCTOBER 1453
     
    A few months later, Luca was on the road from Rome, riding east, wearing a plain working