The Scribe(160)
“I caught you talking to Hoos. Two days ago, in the tunnel. I heard you proposing that he should kill me. I heard everything. I heard you discussing my father, the mine, the crypt, and the twins.”
“God Almighty, Theresa. What foolery is this?”
“Oh! You deny it? And what about this Vulgate?” she said.
“What about it? What’s your issue with this Bible?”
Theresa clenched her teeth, exasperated. When she told him that the Vulgate was the reason he had killed the sentry, the monk smiled.
“I see! So I agreed with Hoos that I should murder you—only after you’ve finished the document.”
“Exactly,” she responded.
“Of course!” The monk stood up with an air of indifference. “But if what you say is true, what would stop me from killing you right now? After all, the document is done,” he added, resting a hand on Theresa’s shoulder—near her throat. The monk felt her trembling. Then he went to the door and unbolted it. “If you want to know the truth, you’ll have to trust me. Otherwise, you can leave the scriptorium.”
Theresa’s hand clamped around the stylus under her dress. She did not trust Alcuin. But if she had to risk her life to save her father, she wouldn’t hesitate, so she nodded and sat down again. The monk was pleased with her decision and sat himself at the other end of the table. Then he tidied several documents before looking at Theresa.
“Biscuit?” he offered.
She declined with a grim expression. He gulped it down in one mouthful, then he held out the document she had been working on.
“As you know, you’ve been transcribing a reproduction of the original document that was lost many years ago, a parchment with the Emperor Constantine’s seal granting lands and rights to the Roman Papacy.”
Theresa nodded, but she didn’t release the stylus.
“The parchment legitimized Rome’s power in the face of the Byzantine Empire. Perhaps you are not aware of the current situation of the Papacy, but forty years ago, following the conquest of Ravenna by the Lombards, Pope Stephen II requested assistance from Byzantium to defend himself against the pagans.” He poured a little milk into a badly washed chalice. “When he received no response from Byzantium, the pope crossed the Alps and appeared before the king of the Franks at the time, Charlemagne’s father, Pepin. Pope Stephen II anointed Pepin and his sons, bestowing upon them the title of Patrician of the Romans, and in exchange he asked for their protection in the fight against the Lombards. Are you sure you don’t want a biscuit?”
Theresa declined again with a gesture. Though she could not yet understand the relationship between Alcuin’s story and the recent spate of murders, she patiently waited for him to finish.
“At the pope’s request, Pepin and his troops traveled to Italy, where they crushed the Lombards,” he continued. “Their victory won the Exarchate of Ravenna for the Papacy, comprising the cities of Bologna and Ferrara, among others. It also secured the March of Ancona, with the Pentapolis, Rome itself, and the recovery of the rest of the duchy occupied by the Lombards. In short: The Lombards attacked Rome, and Rome asked Byzantium for help. When they did not obtain it, they turned to Pepin again, who after defeating the Lombards returned the occupied territories to Rome.”
He looked at Theresa to make sure she was following him. Then he continued, “Up to this point, all would have been well if Byzantium had not demanded that the pope hand over the Exarchate of Ravenna, a territory that prior to the Lombard invasion had belonged to them. Rome wanted to enforce the Donation of Constantine, the document that allocated these lands to the Papacy, but Byzantium took no notice of their demand and maintained their claim on the territories. And not only that: Constantinople itself supported the Barbarians in their re-conquering of the lands that the Frankish king had taken from them.”
“You’re saying Byzantium helped the Lombards to defeat the Romans?”
“Christians against Christians—a tragedy, is it not? Yet, what is politics if not a thirst for power? Just look at the envy that drove Cain to kill his brother. With the support of the Greeks, the Lombards defeated the pope, confining him to a few arpents of land. However, Rome still had the parchment—the document that legitimized their demands—so the recently appointed Roman Pope Adrian I went to France to brandish the document before Charlemagne.”
Alcuin left and returned with more biscuits. He bit into one and offered the other to Theresa, who finally accepted.
“Charlemagne led his army to Italy, where he swept aside the Lombards, restoring the lands to the Papacy and warning the Byzantines of their obligations to the Papal States. The restitutions included the donation of Bologna, Ferrara, other cities of the lower Po and the north of Tuscany such as Parma, Reggio, and Mantua, and even Venice and Istria in the north, and the Duchies of Spoleto and Benevento. He gave the Papacy practically all of southern Italy with the exception of Apulia, Calabria, and Sicily and the enclaves of Naples, Gaeta, and Amalfi, which were under Byzantine rule at the time, as well as the island of Corsica, Sabina, and levies in Tuscany and Spoleto. A few years later, Charlemagne added some cities to the south of Tuscany—like Orvieto and Viterbo. And in Campania, he added Aquino, Arpino, and Capua. All of this, evidently, did not sit well with Byzantium.”
Theresa was silent, but from her face Alcuin could tell he was overdoing it.