KEEPING UP APPEARANCES
That day Marco took great pains with his costume. Nobody must guess at his secret cares. He had a reputation as a cheerful soul who could enliven the dullest party. Eventually he was satisfied with his appearance in a tawny velvet doublet and breeches and impeccable linen. Smoothing back his thick black locks, he perched his plumed cap at a jaunty angle on his head and prepared to set off for his place of business.
Roberto, his steward and sometimes critic, surveyed him with a knowing air. 'You won't look bright for long if you don't eat something.' he ventured.
'How can I eat?'
'Starving won't bring her back any faster. You've got a lot to do today.'
'Yes, yes, Roberto, I know. If any messengers come to the house keep them safe until I return. I can't be interrupted in today's meetings.'
An
hour later he was making his first visit of the day to the palatial home of a
noble family with samples of silk and taffeta from his well-stocked warehouse.
Marco's fabrics were exquisite and he was sure of a welcome whenever he brought
new materials, however costly they were.
'I went personally as far as Belgrade to select these stuffs,' he told the mother and all her rather plain daughters as his servants unrolled the glorious pink and gold brocade and shimmering feather-soft Persian silks to a gratifying chorus of 'oohs' and 'ahs'.
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After
several such visits to the homes of rich and titled people in town, Marco set
off on horseback for the summer residence of Archduke Ferdinand. It was an old
castle with a large and pleasant park, set on a gentle, wooded hillside with a
view towards the teeming city. The two assistants followed in a wagon with the
rolls of precious cloth. One of them had brought his lute and they played and
sang as they followed the winding road.
The
Archduke was very liberal towards his young wife and she took great pleasure in
fine dresses. Marco, with his handsome face, cheerful personality and his fine
business sense, had established a very profitable commerce at the
Court.
After
the Archduchess had chosen her materials it was sure that all the ladies at
Court would want similar goods and Marco could always find enough silk, velvet
and taffeta for them all. He knew just how to take advantage of the constantly
growing supplies of finished silk goods flowing west through Turkey and back
east from the city states of Northern Italy.
Today
he had a huge variety of beautiful items to tempt the ladies. As usual the two
servants set out an eye-catching display of glowing velvets and brocades from
Turkey, worked silk from Venice and Florence and linen cloth from Egypt. In
addition they had brought Oriental carpets and exotic perfume essences.
[Attar of roses]
When
all was ready Marco ushered the ladies into the room. Archduchess Anna paused
on the threshold and surveyed the wonderful array of colours and textures, her
face brightening. 'Oh, Signor Marco,' she exclaimed, ' - this is just what I
need to lift my spirits. The only trouble now is where to start.' She moved
towards the velvets and Marco hastened to assist her.
'Allow
me to say that you do not look as though your spirits are suffering, Your
Grace,' he said as cheerfully as he could. 'As always, you appear serene and
gracious.'
She
gave him a grimace. 'You know me well enough not to pay me flowery compliments.
How can I be happy when my husband is fretting over his policies and always
away dealing with military matters?'
Marco frowned at her. 'Pray do not be
indiscreet, Your Grace.'
She pouted
prettily and stroked a rich wine-red velvet. 'Oh, I'm not telling you anything
that anyone here doesn't know. It's this business about negotiating with that
horrid man, the Voivode of Transylvania. He always terrified me when I was a
little girl. And when you think of the gruesome stories they tell about what he
did to the peasants - '
'Madam, please !'
clucked an elderly lady-in-waiting.
'Yes, yes, my good aunt Katerina,' sighed the young woman, with an expressive look at Marco. She pounced on a length of cream satin but Marco shook his head. 'Too pale for you,' he murmured and indicated a ravishing blue silk. The servant proffered a mirror and for a little while the Archduchess and her ladies concentrated on colours and fabrics.
‘You
will join us for supper ?’ the Archduchess said to Marco at the end
of an enjoyable afternoon of selecting materials and perfumes for herself and
then helping her ladies-in-waiting to choose also. They were tired but
triumphant, dreaming of the fine appearance they would make at the autumn
balls.
In
hopes of gleaning some more information, Marco bowed low and followed the
ladies into the great hall of the castle. He was not disappointed. From the
young Archduchess's gentle grumblings he learned that Archduke Ferdinand was
assembling and exercising large numbers of troops and stockpiling supplies for
a campaign.
‘I
don't know how long all this is going to take,’ she prattled on, talking
indiscriminately to Marco and to her aunt Katerina, ‘but I think it’s time we
saw the Countess Louisa von Walberg returning.’ She turned impulsively to
Marco. ‘You must be longing for them to come back.’
To his annoyance he could feel a blush creep over his cheeks and she laughed delightedly. ‘Aha, Signor Marco, - how glad I am you really love my sweet Isabella. And you one of the greatest rakes in Vienna. But you make a delightful couple.’
From THE RUBY RINGS
[ a tale of silks and spying, and Marco's misfortunes ]
(C) Beth Elliott
