August 1071
They all stood there in awe at the body within the casket. Although the blood had been cleaned and open wounds sewn shut, the manner of death was evident to everyone. As they stood amongst the members of Venetian high society, watching the burial Ricciarda leaned towards Ludovico and whispered in his ear,”I pity his poor widow, not only is she raising a young daughter with a lisp, but she is also carrying his unborn child, one who will never meet their father.”
Ludovico nodded,“Yes, though I feel bad for them, at least we won’t have to suffer under The Serene Doge’s incompetent rule anymore.”
“He went down fighting at least, they say he had nearly cut his opponent’s head off while he was stabbed in the chest.”
“At any rate, the war with the Croatians went well, but to suffer defeat in what the Serene Doge thought would be an easy victory over Serbia is humiliating. Though the King Of Serbia has lost one of his many brothers in the conflict.”
“I just hope my brother has what it takes to rule wisely. Iacopo told me that he wishes to remarry soon.”
“Indeed this would the perfect time to do so, while he would still have to pay a bride price to marry a noblewoman, his rank has increased and with that his prospects.”
As the procession ended and the throngs of mourners started to disperse Ricciarda and Ludovico's nephew Domenico strolled alongside them, accompanied by the rest of their family(Though Ludovico and Ricciarda’s children as well as their young niece Fortunata were absent, staying under the care of servants in their Venetian residence). As they walked Domenico quipped,”I can’t believe that poor bastard got himself killed, as marshal I will ensure that our Republic is better prepared for war.”
The rest of the family had no time to respond as Mariana Ziani stormed towards them and released a furious tirade,”How dare you speak ill of my late husband you knave, you are barely a man and yet you have the gall to presume that you could do better than him. I tell you that if your dear upstart of an uncle and your vain fool of a father had contributed more to the war effort we would’ve had victory, my children wouldn’t be fatherless!”
Domenico moved closer to her,”You bitch, if you weren’t with child I’d….”
Ricciarda stepped forward and lightly grabbed her nephew by the ribs,”You’d do nothing, now go back to speaking with the men of the family. I will speak to Mariana, woman to woman.”
Domenico retreated back to the group, to speak with his cousin Abbondanzio of the lessons to be learned from this war.
Mariana folded her arms and glared at her,”Well, what do you want Ricciarda Contarini?”
“I want you to treat my family with respect, my nephew may have been acting foolish but there was no reason for you to insult the Serene Doge or my husband, especially as they have said nothing against you.”
“No but they certainly don’t seem too unhappy with this development.”
“Perhaps they are pleased that we are now at peace. Your husband or rather late husband fought with such recklessness that my husband had to borrow money from the jews and nearly went bankrupt in his effort to defend the realm. He only disbanded his mercenaries when we nearly ran out of florins. While I hate to say it, your husband’s death was his own doing.”
Mariana cooly replied,”My brother won’t be pleased, if you wanted to make an enemy out of the Houses of Ziani and Morosini you may have succeeded in your goal.”
Ricciarda scoffed,“The new patrician of house Morosini is your stepson, pardon me but I believe that he may be more apt to listen to his regent than he is to you. As for your brother, I hear that he has recently married his mistress after she had birthed his bastard, so I suspected that he is preoccupied with his own affairs. In any case I bid you good day.”
As Ricciarda walked away Mariana yelled a series of tearful insults, such as “Contarini floozy” and tearfully lamented the prior death of her son as well as the more recent death of her husband.
She eventually had to be dragged away by her stepson’s regent Edouardo, who did his best to soothe her.
The new patrician of House Morosini meanwhile was too distracted by his own grief to be involved in what his stepmother had hoped would be a feud between Venice’s ruling families and Francesco merely walked in silence throughout the ordeal even showing irritation towards the drama that she had caused.
A few Hours later……
Ludovico and Iacopo sat within Iacopo’s chambers,”I vow to support you, my new liege in whatever capacity you require, including on the council.”
“Why thank you, Ludovico, I hear that life in Veglia is going well, even for my father’s widow Bianca.”
“Yes I am pleased to report that she is heavy with her third husband’s child.”
Iacopo smiled,”Good, I am glad that she is finally finding happiness, losing one spouse is painful enough, but two….. Well let’s just say that she is fortunate to still be sane.”
“This is true, I don’t know what I’d do if your sister died, hopefully it is I that she will have to bury and not the other way around.”
PS: I would have posted this yesterday (A day later than usual because I had less time to work on it on Friday) but I live in a rural area and our wifi decided to crap out. I want to post every Thursday or Friday but sometimes there are some hiccups in the process.