The King’s Diamond. Will Whitaker

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      For Elizabeth and Alexander

      Contents

      Historical Note

      Prologue

      Part 1

      Topaz: a Perfect Sunshine Stone

      1

      Hammers rang on anvils, and sparks sprayed from the forges…

      2

      It was seven months since I had set foot in…

      3

      As I grew older, I used to slip away whenever…

      4

      Six weeks later I was standing in the steerage house…

      5

      For the moment, I was content to obey my mother.

      Part 2

      Scythian Emerald: a Courtesan among Stones

      6

      A month later I stepped up on to the great…

      7

      I went home euphoric. The smell of Ippolita was still…

      8

      We walked swiftly back up from the fish market, with…

      Part 3

      Chrysoprase: the Lantern in the Darkness

      9

      On a grey, drizzling morning towards the end of January…

      10

      Day by day, I watched in impatience as Cellini worked.

      11

      Next afternoon I set out with Cellini down the Via…

      12

      ‘Are you completely and utterly out of your mind?’

      13

      I lay that night in my bed at the inn…

      14

      As I came away from the Palazzo del Bene it…

      Part 4

      The Golconda Diamond: a Thorn in the Heart

      15

      Light fell slantwise from the plain glass windows of the…

      16

      There was dinner, most days, in the Palazzo del Bene.

      17

      For two days we wound up the valley of the…

      18

      That very night we rode from Florence, west into the…

      Part 5

      Ruby of Serendip: a Stone to Heat the Blood

      19

      The next day Renzo da Ceri was seen in his…

      20

      It was easy going at first. The current did not…

      21

      I would have been dead already, if it had not…

      22

      Still the Sack continued, and the soldiers grew all the…

      23

      I grabbed her hand, wiping it clean, weeping, touching her…

      24

      I let Hannah step out of the storeroom first. When…

      Acknowledgements

      About the Author

      Credits

      Copyright

      About the Publisher

      HISTORICAL NOTE

      It is 1527. The young Emperor Charles V, the most powerful monarch in centuries, rules much of Europe from his capital, Madrid, and is extending his empire in a series of ruthless wars. In Rome, the wily Medici Pope Clement VII has formed an alliance to fight Charles and drive his armies out of Italy for good.

      As the powers of Europe take sides in the great struggle, only England holds aloof. King Henry VIII, at the age of thirty-six, is the most glamorous and accomplished monarch of Christendom: dancer, jouster, sportsman, musician, scholar. His Court is a place of untold opulence. He has no intention of involving himself in the Pope’s quarrels. Instead his thoughts are on a woman: beautiful and beyond his reach.

      PROLOGUE

      6 May 1527

      The Sack of Rome

      He sat and gazed upon the stone. Its surface was smooth and undulating, virgin and uncut as when it first came from the mine. Over it lay a soft and milky sheen, pretty, teasing, allowing no glimpse of what lay inside. To one without experience, it would not have appeared to be a rough diamond at all.

      He turned the gem in his fingers until the light suddenly penetrated, and for an instant he had a perfect view into its depths. He saw the tiny flaw that reached down, just off-centre, like a hand plunged into cold water, white against the pale blue transparency of the stone. The ray of light glanced off the flaw and dived deeper, acquiring more intense tints of marine blue and peach-bloom. It lingered on the gem’s lower surface, mellowing now, growing frail but exquisite, like the flavours of an old wine. As he turned it a fraction, the light broke, and the timid, beautiful blue exploded with animal wildness into orange, vermilion, carmine, indigo, the turquoise of burning sulphur. The whole body of the stone was alive with colours, jarring, leaping, bursting back up and out, ravishing and dazzling his eyes and making him draw in his breath. A moment later the milky veil was drawn once more over its surface, and the stone lay in his hand, mute and composed: gleaming with promise, and yet maddeningly secret and withdrawn. He shivered with exhilaration. No other diamond, and only one woman, had ever hurled him through such a rush of emotions, the teasing seduction, the passion and fulfilment, the coolness, the seeming rejection and despair. He turned СКАЧАТЬ