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''Your grace'' he said, bowing, the rays of the sun reflecting upon his head. '' My name is Antonio Simonetti. I was sent here to discuss terms of peace. The city of Lucca feels as if enough blood has been spilled.'' as he finished he awaited a response from the king. As he did so he observed the man , or better yet the boy, in front of him. ' I heard he was young , but I did not think like this; he is yet a child , his face devoid of any hair, it would not be surpising if he was a puppet'
''On that much we agree, my enemy is not here but south, and yet you stood before me sheathing your weapons against my banner; what am I to make of that?'' Said the king, his eyes dropping any demeanor that a kid in the prime of his life should have had, glinting his eyes, and putting forward his shoulder, to assartain his superiority.
