Things are very scary right now. Armed soldiers (I'm not clear whose side they are on) are burning fields and houses. Francesco has still not come home from Florence. Margherita's letters appear to be missing from March 22 to March 30, so while we have ample examples (pages long) of Francesco's anxieties about the war, we are only able to understand Margherita's as they are mirrored in Francesco's letters.

Of the fear you have had, I am not surprised, since here [Florence] someone chattering that a wolf was within the walls, and a rogue running directly at the chains, tore open the gate and fled with those who were supposed to be guarding it: so you see what’s coming, so I am not at all surprised that you are fearful there, it is what war’s about!

In the meantime, fields are being put to the flame and the home of Stoldo di Lorenzo, Francesco's chief man of business in Florence has been burned in Marignolle.

I will deal more fully with the war in another post. But my little worker, Montepulciano exercises my sympathies greatly. I was relieved to see that Francesco wanted to be fair and keep him, as contracted until Easter. So he wouldn't after all have to wander out on to the dangerous brigand filled roads. But let Francesco spend a few days with no outlets because he can't get out of the house, and the general result is a stream of consciousness directive, to wit:

I am concerned that there was no letter from Stefano Guazaloti, because it was needed:… There will be with this one two other letters ; find a way to send them…. Send them when you can, either all or one; send Montepulciano, if you can’t find anyone else. He will not be robbed because he has nothing, and tell him to wait for a reply.

Followed by:

It seems to me that Montepulciano and Martino should sleep at Palcho [the farm just outside Prato], and that they bring the sacks under which Nanni and Domenicho ought to sleep, and stuff another one for them, and they can carry a mattress and a pair of sheets and a padded quilt and thus they will be perfectly well. And they have no need to be afraid, because as soon as anyone comes that way they would know and could hide in the woods; and so provide for these things as you think fit …


So, my little workman, while not facing a payment crisis is to be sent on the road to Stefano Guazaloti, protected by a cloak of poverty. At the same time, or sometime, he is also to leave the protective cover, and armed walls and gates of the Palazzo Datini in the walled city of Prato (by the way, when people buy big houses in expensive gated suburbs, are they really aware that they are returning to medieval conditions?), carrying two straw filled sleeping bags, a quilt and a mattress to join an unarmed few at Palcho. But they should be fine, because they will all see the armed forces and can run to the hills.

 


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