Garibaldi's greatness is beyond doubt.
The famous French writer Victor Hugo once said: "I don't want to hurt people, but I must tell the truth. Among all the generals who have fought for France, only Garibaldi is invincible."
And after the Franco-Prussian War, the Prussian general Wild once admitted: "If all the French troops were commanded by Garibaldi, then there would probably be more than one flag captured in the war of 1870."
Such a general, who earned the admiration of enemies and allies alike, did not enter the upper echelons of the Italian government for various reasons, but lived in seclusion on the small island of Caprera. Despite his retreat, Garibaldi's high standing in the hearts of the Italian people and his contributions to unification allowed him to live peacefully, without fear of government reprisal.
Carlo certainly wanted to meet this revered figure. But a presumptuous visit would have annoyed anyone, especially one of Garibaldi's stature. Besides, Carlo was still young and had time on his side. He didn't need to rush. That didn't mean, however, that Carlo couldn't reach out to Garibaldi in other ways.
In fact, Garibaldi's retirement was far from dull. He had even published a novel titled *The Thousand*, narrating his journey with a thousand troops to defeat the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies. The first printing of the novel earned him a substantial 21,000 lire, around 840 pounds—a testament to his ongoing popularity.
Seeing that Garibaldi had an interest in literature, Carlo thought to use it as an opportunity. Why not invite Garibaldi to serialize some of his stories in the *Italian 24 Hours Sun*? Given Garibaldi's military exploits, particularly his leadership of the Red Shirts, there was no doubt Italians would eagerly devour every word.
Such a move would be beneficial for all parties. Carlo's newspaper could rapidly gain influence thanks to Garibaldi's reputation, and Carlo could potentially use this opportunity to form a relationship with the man himself. But everything depended on Garibaldi's willingness. If he refused, Carlo would have no choice but to respect it. After all, in Italy, Garibaldi's legacy overshadowed even the royal family. Criticism against him was nearly unforgivable in the public's eyes.
Carlo was well aware of this. A reporter named Giovanni once wrote defamatory pieces against Garibaldi. Not long after, Giovanni was assassinated. It was only because of Garibaldi's personal involvement, raising funds for Giovanni's widow, that the public softened its view of Giovanni's family. This incident only reinforced Garibaldi's extraordinary status—untouchable in the hearts of the Italian people.
To make a good impression, Carlo drafted a letter to Garibaldi. He revised it multiple times, seeking feedback from Loren before he felt it was appropriate to send.
A few days later, Garibaldi's peaceful life on Caprera was interrupted by a letter bearing the royal emblem. Though Garibaldi had declared the island his retreat, rarely receiving guests, this letter from the royal family piqued his curiosity.
"Father, what's wrong?" asked Jyoti, Garibaldi's second son, noticing the unusual expression on his father's face as he stared at the unopened letter.
Garibaldi, usually serene since retiring to Caprera, appeared unsettled. Jyoti couldn't remember the last time a simple letter caused his father to frown.
"It's nothing, Jyoti," Garibaldi replied calmly, though still gazing at the letter. "It's from the royal family."
Jyoti was taken aback. "The royal family? To you? Has something happened again?"
"Not quite," Garibaldi chuckled softly. "Even if something were to happen, I wouldn't be the one they'd seek out—unless, of course, Vittorio's crown was once again under threat."
Jyoti's curiosity remained. His eyes darted between his father and the letter. "Is it from someone important?"
Garibaldi finally opened the letter, reading through its contents before responding, "It's from His Highness Carlo. I've met him before. A bright young man."
Hearing this, Jyoti's interest grew. "His Highness Carlo? I like him. It's a shame he isn't the crown prince."
Garibaldi smiled. "Some things are better kept between us. Be cautious what you say when you're out in public. If you're not careful, you might end up living in seclusion with me on this island."
"I understand, father. So what did His Highness write about?" Jyoti's curiosity was palpable.
Garibaldi, still amused, said, "Carlo is asking if I would consider writing for his newspaper. He wants me to share some stories, particularly those about my time leading the Red Shirts."
Jyoti beamed. "That's fantastic! You've always wanted more people to hear your story. Isn't this the perfect chance?"
Garibaldi chuckled at his son's enthusiasm but shook his head. "Even if I write it, it's not guaranteed that more Italians will read it. If anything, it might bring more trouble than it's worth. I don't want to endanger Carlo's newspaper."
Still, the prospect was tempting. Garibaldi had no desire to cause issues, especially for Carlo, whom he held in some regard. Yet, he understood that his name alone might stir controversy within the government and royal circles. He had been too closely aligned with the republican movement for their liking.
After some thought, Garibaldi remarked, "I'll start with something light—stories that won't provoke the government. Let's see how the old guard in Florence reacts."