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At Peretola Abelard hired a car and drove directly from the airport the 50 kilometers to Siena. The old core, engraved in his memories, a little cleaner perhaps, no horse dung underfoot, had hardly changed since the sharp wars he remembers having fought on behalf of Florence. This would give him a territorial advantage in the highly likely event that the Donatello might be feeling lucky. City Hall was housed in the same early 14th century building and the adjoining Campanile was still standing. The original defensive walls crumbling and in disrepair, where so much butchery had taken place, were easy to spot. He had intended to meet Dona Maria in the Piazza del Campo, the most public place in Siena. That might dissuade her from any rash impulse to avenge her father’s death. But experience counseled him otherwise. He would prepare an alternate plan. After a brief call to Florence, he fished the business card from his pocket and proceeded with the other affairs that had brought him to Siena.

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