LaGatta - Making friends

"A stray cat?"
Sarah laughed... "Then you are exactly right with us!"
She took up me with her and showed me the life of the Romani.

Sarah was a charming woman of 36 years... she was intelligent, clever with a very winning character.
She fascinates everybody around her when she sashay through the streets of Roma and relief the inhabitants of their belongings without being caught...
„They do not need it!"     she said when she saw my indignant face... „See it as a voluntary donation for the Romani"

I followed Sarah on every step she took and assimilate everything what she taught me.
It was a nice life... full of laughter, dance and cheerfulness...
  

Slowly I learnt to stand on my own feet and so I strike out on my own sometimes.
Particularly the nights had done it to me...
More and more often I head out by myself at night...
enjoyed my newly found freedom ...

One night Mirabella came weeping to me.
She reports to me that 4 guards detained Sarah and battered her badly.
I obliged her to tell me where Sarah was and within short time I had arrived that alley. Without thinking about it I attacked the guards. All my so hated abilities from my childhood awoke to new life... after all this time I had forgotten nothing...
Without further ado the guards lay on the ground... dead... or at least almost dead...
I released Sarah... she was still shocked but at the same time surprised from what she had just seen...

„You should get to know somebody..."  she said to me...
„But it is rather difficult to find him..."



The speech was from LaVolpe...
I really had my difficulties to find him...,
but... I did find him... and this without letting him know that I was looking for him...

This surprised him very much... and... also impressed him probably...

LaVolpe was the leader of the thief guild in Roma...
He took me under his wings...
but...
I could already steal...  getting Information was also an easy game to me... and running above the roofs... well.. I was fast... but the thieves were faster... they knew the better ways... and showed me some tricks to get faster...
I learnt a lot...
nevertheless, in the fight... well... there I had advantage over them...
and Gilberto noticed this very soon...

He called it a loss, however, he meant I should travel to Venice for the next weeks and there in the Arsenal I should meet some friends to train with them...



Bartolomeo d'Alviano welcomed me with a hard slap on my shoulder.
I thought he wanted to ram me 2 meters deep into the ground … ouch...

He said that LaVolpe had never sent him a recruit and even more so not a woman...
I would have to have impressed LaVolpe and must be useful for at least something...

…useful for at least something? ...Thanks...

Such a coarse man... I could not be fond of him...
well... at least at the beginning...

Until today he has no behavior... no notion of style and etiquette...,
however... (and this "however" a big one!) Bartolomeo is a loyal very reliable friend... understands to fights...
Ohman... honestly... where he hits... there is no life anymore...

He leads his sword through an army like a sharp knife through warm butter...

I learnt so much with him... but also I got one or another scar...
The look of my body was not important to me! I wanted to fight!
The training in my childhood had always been a torture to me…, but here?
It was a hard amicable competition… And… well… I could work off my bad memories…
And this got me ease of mind… inner peace…


One day I was with a group of mercenaries on the way to the Arsenal...
In search of… well... let us call them "training partners"…

Suddenly a man came up to us, threw a bag of coins in my hand and meant, he could need some support.

Fight? For money? Against the silly town guards?

ALWAYS!


However, it did not concern simple town guards and it was a bigger group than the usual 4.
The fight was hard… a true challenge … but we beat them up!
Well... OK... with the one or other wound…, buuut... we had won!
Teehee... and this we celebrated! Wahahah… We would have also celebrated if we had lost … we found always a reason to party!

If I think back… Bwahahaha… what a time!


Well, in any case, a few days later Bartolomeo welcomed me again with a hard slap on my shoulder... but this time I had more strength than at the beginning of the training, and it did not hurt... so much...

He laughs and says: "Your training is finished, go back to Roma.
Ezio Auditore will wait there for you … He wants to talk with you…

However, pay attention to his charm!
His charm to lady's is more dangerous than his blade! Bwahahahahahahaha"

???  Erm...  What ???

As usual, I got no explanation…

So I came along on the way back to Roma…