(500) Years of Johnathan - Piccoli Occhi Stellati ~ Part One
Original Posting Date: 10/18/2008
Morning of July, 1506 - Mantua, Italy
The sun is barely stretching out His arms on the horizons of small hills and a grazing farm that came before drab mansion. It was drab on the outside, but the inside completely contradicted that look.
Three servants were running about on the ground floor to make sure all the statues, portraits, trophies, awards, antiques and anything you could possibly imagine was not only well-kept but not a centimeter of dust was seen. In the kitchen, there were already two-thirds of the way done for the breakfast and plucking the three turkeys and peeling potatoes for this evening's feast to honor Master Da Vinci's arrival and stay.
The first floor was just the basic of any mansion. Big entryway with two staircases leading to the second and third floors, beyond the entryway was a hallway that lead to different areas of the first floor. There was the living room where the Lord and Lady of the House along with guests would enjoy a casual drink or tea and just converse leisurely. The walls of this room have a portraits of previous Lords of the House and their families. Directly above the red-bricked fireplace was the current portrait of the Lord and Lady of the House, their six-year old son standing in front of the Lord, and a small baby--barely a year old--sitting upright on a pedestal. All four of them had a stoic look upon their faces and all could tell that they have some Italian heritage. There were a few books lying about on the oak end-tables and candelabras everywhere with fresh candles perching on them.
Another doorway lead to dining room where it would be either just the Heads of the House and guests--fitting no more than ten comfortably. The table and chairs were of dark-oak wood and recently polished. The walls were lined with tapestries of stories of The Biblical Days. The table was already prepared for the morning meal for the Lord and Lady of the House.
There was another door, but it mostly blended along with the wall, which lead to the kitchen. The kitchen was where there were at least ten servants were there for about twenty hours out of a day. Every now and again, the scent of whatever is being baked, roasted, boiled or just cooked leaves a lingering scent in the hallway and the two dining rooms.
Speaking of two dining rooms, the second dining room was more like a dining hall. Could hold large number of guests for bigger feasts and celebrations. The floor was a light-tan marble while the table and seventy-two chairs made of cherry-red oak that has been recently polished. The tapestries in the dining hall were similar with the ones in the dining room, but these tapestries are lined with gold.
Now, there are three ways to get to the gardens in the backyard. One way is specifically for the servants for it directly leads to their quarters and the kitchen. Another way is through the dining hall and one last way through the glass double doors that are directly under staircase. The gardens goes on for was seem acres, but it is only an acre and a half. The most colourful flowers both from nearly every corner of the world. Shrubberies were no taller than five feet high, there was also a shrubbery maze that--if seen in the second or third floor balconies--turned out to be a very intricate design that should be a crest of some sort.
The second floor is more elaborate and more for socialising than anything else. In the East wing, were a few rooms.
Two were social rooms, though one looked more on a political matter; with maps and charters of Mantua on a detailed scale and then Italy also in a detailed scale. Two desks resided there for business matters as well. Hanging above the fireplace was a portrait of the Lord of the House in his complete military material with the family's crest resting above the portrait. Other than those two, the room was mainly of maps and charters. Some organised paperwork here and there. The other room was similar to the living room on the bottom floor; but more room and tapestries instead of family portraits.
Another room in the East wing was the Library. Books from around the world, mostly in French and Latin, though.
Now, for the West Wing, the whole wing was one large social hall. Perfect large celebrations, balls and galas. The ceiling was decorated with chandeliers with the brightest crystals and a mural of cherubs on pale-white clouds. The floor was polished light-grey marble while the walls were lined with the brightest of blue tapestries.
The third floor, finally, were all the living quarters--sans the servants'. The East Wing were five guest rooms, each with their own silver washing bowl, a small shelf with a random selection of books from the library and a bed that could easily fit five large-sized dogs comfortably. The guest rooms were with a deep-red and royal blue tone with white trimmings. The wooden floor was lined with carpets that should have been installed as the floor instead.
The West Wing of the third floor were also five rooms. One room was specifically a playroom with also a child-sized desk and an adult-sized desk. There was also a table lined with linen with linen cloths right beside it; possibly a changing area for a baby. Right next door to the playroom was the resting room for both the child and baby. A small cot and two rocking chairs were near the corner of the children's room--must be for the midwife.
Across the way from the children's rooms was a washing room. Three large silver washing bowls basically made a triangle within the room and in the center of the three was a white porcelain tub with golden feet. Two body-length mirrors rest upon the walls, one on each opposite side. The window was arched and partially stained-glass.
Connected to the Washing Room was the Wardrobe room, the walls were lined with wardrobes and three mirrors. Nothing much here except for the wardrobes--which would only mean one thing. The last room in the house, the largest resting quarters was the Master's Chamber which was connected to the Wardrobe room as well. The room was decorated in the brightest of gold, red and blue. The bed was large enough to have twenty large-sized dogs rest comfortably with silk and cotton imported from the neighbouring Middle-Eastern lands. The fireplace was also the biggest out of the rest in the mansion.
Helena was one of the servants that was awake an hour before the sunrise--but the sun was starting to rise. She was in fact one of the two hand-maidens that was in the Lord and Lady's wardrobe room. Preparing her outfit for the day. The day that Master Leonardo Da Vinci would arrive to keep the Lady of the House company since the Lord is away for political matters. Looking over to Anne, she chuckled quietly as Anne was going into the washing room and cleaning out the mess of the tub from the evening before. Anne also had to make sure that the licorice stick's frill at the bottom was fresh for the brushing of the teeth.
"And she had this look in her eyes that seemed as if one of her childhood lovers was coming back into her life. All doe-eyed and she wanted to bat them like this..."
Helena's dark brown eyes looked up and to the side a bit as her hands clasped together and rested her thumbs above her left breast, representing the heart. Her dark brown hair fell back a bit as she tilted her head upward and bat her eyes rapidly while doing her best to look all star-struck. Hearing Anne snort loudly and then cupped her mouth with her hand to cover up the outburst and the giggle-fit that was coming right after it. Helena released her hands and straightened out the pale-green over-skirt and the tan bodice that fit her perfectly. Anne also straightened herself up after the giggle-fit was done and out with. Her pale-blue over-skirt was a bit too short, so the body-length linen-chemise was showing a couple of inches at the bottom. Her matching tan-bodice also fitted her well. Dirt blonde hair was a bit ratted, but she quickly fixed that up by pulling it back into a leather strip.
"Ya done?"
Anne nodded at that. They both sighed, as if not wanting to wake the monster this early in the morning. But the lady said no matter what, she wanted to be up at sunrise. Helena turned about and walked over to the connection-door between the Wardrobe room and the Masters' Resting quarters.
Slowly opening the door, she gestured Anne to open the window curtains. Anne nodded and walked over slowly to do so. Helena looked over to the big bed and just watched it for a moment. She sees different lumps on the bed, but she needed to know which one actually breathed. Finally seeing a motion in the right-center of the bed; she walked over that side with swift feet.
Anne opened one set of curtains out of three. She wanted to open the set where the Lady would see first out of last. Helena reached over on the bed and tapped what she thought it would be the Lady's arm.
"M'Lady."
No movement.
"Lady Isabella."
There was some rustling before a near muffled and very groggy-sounding voice came out of it.
"I am docking your wages for coming in here this early."
Both Helena and Anne knew that was not true. The Lady usually says that to her who wakes her up prior to midday. Not only that, but she will forgot once she has had tea and breakfast. Seeing the Lady move more, Anne finally pulled the curtains open of the last one. Anne then went over to the wardrobe room quickly and came back with the Lady's robe and morning slippers.
Lady Isabella stretched out her arms and brushed her light brown-hair away from her oval face. Moving the covers only half-way off her body, the silk white sleeping gown uncrinkled itself. The hazel-but-more-like-brown eyes sleepily opened and then rubbed her face a bit before creeping out of the bed. Sitting herself upright on the edge of the bed, her feet never once touched the floor; for her feet were greeted by Anne as she was kneeling and placing the morning slippers on them. Watching Anne stand up quickly, she gave both of them a small smile.
Standing up and sticking her arms out but bent a bit, Anne took no hesitation to place on the light-red robe for her. Anne straightened it out on her as Helena tied it with the match silk rope over her waist. Isabella stood five foot two inches, shorter than the two ladies currently standing there beside her, but she did not care.
"Breakfast."
"It will be ready and served once you are seated. Orange tea will complement this morning's eating."
"Good. Also, I am thinking goose will go along with the turkey for this evening. Give our guest some variety of our freshest vegetables. And fruits throughout the day."
Both Anne and Helena nodded at that, but it was Anne who curtsied and started walking backwards towards the door, guessing to inform the kitchens the additions to the menu. Helena stayed behind and made sure everything was alright for Lady Isabella.
"Lead me out."
Helena curtsied and walked over to the double doors that led out into the main hall. Holding one of the doors for Lady Isabella, she curtsied again as she passed her by. As soon as she left, Helena immediately went to work on bed. She straightened out the bottom sheet of cotton and then the bottom sheet of silk. She then tucked in the cotton and the bottom silk sheet all the way around. It took her about thirty minutes to complete the bed and to refluff the down comforter and the five pillows. Helena placed the curtains half-open. Closing the main double-doors and then entering into the wardrobe room, then into the washing room.
Helena made sure that the hair brush was ready along with the licorice stick for the teeth. It was not even five minutes when Lady Isabella and Anne came back upstairs.
"...Oh and make sure that there are fresh grapes in Master Da Vinci's room. Specifically the green ones. He couldn't stop eating them when we met at my Father's Holiday Festivities last year. One more thing, Anne. I am assigning you to Master Da Vinci's driver. He is his right-hand man and I want everyone to treat him as equal to Master Da Vinci."
Anne nodded as she gestured Lady Isabella towards the cleaning bowl with a mirror in front of it. Helena handed over the licorice stick and with that, Lady Isabella used the frill-side to scrub her teeth. Moving it back and forth, making sure her teeth were as clean as possible. While doing so, both Helena and Anne were working on her hair. Brushing it out evenly and the pinning parts with fine oak pins of it to make it seem curled upright. By the time Lady Isabella spat out the extra saliva into the cleaning bowl and held out the licorice stick. Anne took it from her as Helena finished up Lady Isabella's hair with parting her bangs. Lady Isabella looked up at the mirror and checked to make sure there was nothing in her teeth and her hair was in its proper place. She nodded with approval, turned about and started walking towards the wardrobe room. Helena rushed ahead of her to the wardrobe room.
As Lady Isabella was passing Helena, she stopped and eyed her carefully.
"And you will be with Master Da Vinci. And make sure he never feels nor sees the bottom of the bowl of grapes."
Helena nodded before Lady Isabella walked over to the center of the wardrobe room. A simple light-red corset along with a white undergarment, beige chemise, bright red bodice, bright red underskirt, dark blue overskirt and black leathered boots were all set out and ready for wearing. Helena moved the three body mirrors closer to the center of the room; in particularly around Lady Isabella as she waited patiently to be dressed.
Afternoon of July, 1506 - Mantua, Italy
The slightly-aged, but lean man signaled the two horses to go from a slow trot to a normal pace trot, he wanted to look back to make sure the man inside the carriage that he was sitting on top of was still asleep; but unfortunately he could not tell.
Luckily, the man in the carriage did not mind the rides. It gave him time to sleep. He was more of a night owl than an early bird. He was the one who caught the night-crawlers instead of worms. He preferred it that way. However, this carriage ride was a bit more bumpier than what he liked. No matter, he saw the drab and dull-looking mansion coming up. Stretching out a bit, he scratched his chin underneath the scraggly white beard. He did not care what he looked like, which right now looked like an estranged relative with no manners in his white-hair appearance. He did, however, keep with what he saw the stereo-typical Italian artist clothing, a black gown with a white-cotton undershirt with the collar sticking out near the neck. He also thought it was comfortable.
When the dirt and bumpy road became gravel, he knew then it was time. He has not seen Lady Isabella since the Duke of Ferrara's Holiday Festivities over seven months ago. It was then he proposed to her to do a portrait of her. He was planning to still do so, but maybe--just maybe--Lady Isabella will be the muse that he has been missing. For there was another portrait in the works.
Passing by the farming area, aged brown-and-golden eyes looked out the window to see the farmers working; but only for a brief moment, once the carriage passed by, he looked back and saw them drop their tools and start running towards the mansion. In fact, he started seeing the gardeners and the servants tending to the penned animals start running. There was some distance between the farming area and the mansion. He chuckled at that. Going across to the other seating side inside the carriage and slid the little message door which was below the driver's bum and inbetween his legs; which he tapped his right foot.
"If you could, Antonio, take us 'round the mansion once. Let the workers catch up and at least have a breather before I get out. Also, I do not want them to be in trouble."
"Will do, Signore Da Vinci."
Knowing that no noble would come out and wait in the dirt, he knew exactly what he was doing.
It took an additional five minutes to get around the mansion. Once the carriage stopped, he saw the farmers, animal tenders, and gardeners in line and waiting to do the uniformed greeting. Antonio dropped down from the driver's seat and opened the door to the carriage and placed down the small steps for him. Giving a big sigh, he saw the two large decorated-oak doors open, but noone was seen coming out. So, he decided to step out first.
"Presenting Signore Master Leonardo Da Vinci."
"Presenting Lady Isabella d'Este, Marchesa of Mantua."
Lady Isabella came out right then and there. The high-golden collar behind her head complemented the red and blue ensemble she was wearing. Smiling brightly, she walked briskly; but it was as if she was on air. Opening her arms widely, she gestured to Da Vinci.
"Master Da Vinci. It seems it has been forever."
Da Vinci chuckled and also smiled.
"Marchesa. Your face is still just as youthful as it was before."
Right before the two came close enough to touch one another, the servants and the workers all bowed and curtsied simultaneously. When Lady Isabella and Da Vinci met in the middle, he first kissed the top of her left hand before kissing her right cheek, then left. She glanced over to her to the majority of her servants and gave them a slight smile. Harsh she was with them, she treated them all as part of their extended family...her commoner family, but family all in all. Looking back to Da Vinci and smiled brightly.
"You and your driver must be so tired."
"I am an old man, Lady Marchesa. No matter what time of day or night, I am always tired. But food is a swell way to stay awake."
"Well you and your Driver--"
"--Antonio."
"My apologies. You and Antonio may each have your own rooms and washing rooms as well. I have also assigned my two most obedient and quickest servants to attend to all of your needs."
She took ahold of Da Vinci's arm to assist him in, having Antonio in tow. She didn't have to give a sign or anything, two of the male servants went over to the carriage to grab the three luggage pieces--one was newer than the other two--along with the two leather circular tubes and three long parcels.
Once inside, Da Vinci was in awe. He was rather impressed for the fact that someone would make the exterior of their mansion look so dull and boring and have it completely contradictory interiorly. He honestly was not paying much attention to Lady Isabella's inane ramblings; but he nodded every know and again to make her convince he was listening. He then saw the two men passing by with his and Antonio's belongings. He looked back to Antonio, interrupting in whatever Lady Isabella was saying. One of the perks that Da Vinci liked about being old--he can interrupt and not make it seem rude.
"Antonio, my good man. Please make sure that everything is in its proper place and you may retire if you wish."
Lady Isabella piped in at that.
"The dinner feast will start promptly at Sun Down. Please feel free to roam or rest until then."
Antonio nodded and followed the two men up the stairs. Da Vinci looked back and smiled softly.
"Where are the two youngens?"
"They are both visiting their grandparents for the Summer. They will be returning and Federico will start his tutoring."
"Always better to start them early. And what of Lord Marquess?"
"Unfortunately, he had business to attend to in Venice. He will not return for another ten days."
"Oh that is rather fortunate for me, then. More of you for me."
He laughed heartily as Lady Isabella blushed deeply at that.
"Charming man. Now, I insist that you rest until dinner. Helena will always be right outside your door for anything."
"Actually a small bowl of delicious grapes would be lovely."
"I am certain it shall be there by the time you are in your room."
After nearly an additional ten minutes of saying their goodbyes for now and Lady Isabella escorting him to the third floor and to his room, he saw Helena already opening the door for him and staying in a curtsy position. He turned back and kissed Lady Isabella's hand before going into the room completely. He noticed Lady Isabella eyeing Helena before leaving. Watching Helena close the door and right when she turned around to look at him; he let out a heavy sigh.
"And you have to listen to her insensate chattering. I feel sorry for you. In fact, I feel more sorry for the children when they are in trouble."
Helena's nose twitch. She wanted to burst out laughing, but she knew that would very rude in front of the mansion's guest and disrespectful to her Mistress. So, instead, she watched Master Da Vinci with utmost confusion on her face.
He slowly sat down on the bed and sighed. Looking back to Helena, he blinked.
"Oh, please do not be like that on my account. You may speak freely around me. I do not do those reports and hand it over to your mistress."
She nodded quietly and then curtsied a bit.
"Thank you."
"And none of that curtsy sort. I am too old for that."
Da Vinci slowly laid back on the bed and let out a sigh of relief.
"Speaking of being too old, I am also too lazy. If you could do me a favour and change from the current shoes to the housing shoes. That would be lovely."
"Of course."
Helena walked over to the wardrobe that was in the room and opened it up to grab the housing slippers that were resting quietly on the ground. Walking back to Master Da Vinci. She kneeled down and took off one shoe and placed one housing slipper. Then took off the other shoe and placed on the other housing slipper. The shoes and feet smelled; but doing laundry for a one-year-old--nothing phases her as a foul stench. Hearing mumblings coming from Master Da Vinci, she knitted her eyebrows in confusion, but then stood up to start placing away his shoes along with his belongings in the wardrobe so he did not have to go in and out of his luggage.
"Lugete, O Veneres Cupidinesque"
"The first "e" is to sound like an "i". "Veen-eh-reese."
Helena said that nonchalantly as she placed the undergarments in the draws of the wardrobe.
"Oh yes. Correct. Thank yo--"
Da Vinci sat up quickly at that. Watching Helena curiously, he furrowed the two white caterpillars on his forehead that he calls eyebrows.
"You just spoke Latin."
Helena stopped, but dared not turn around.
"...Can read it as well."
"Where do you hail from, Helena? And please do look who is speaking to you."
Helena turned about, holding the last clothing of his she needed to place away. She slowly looked up to him and blinked.
"Born in Roma. Raised here in Mantua."
"Any education?"
"The books here."
"And how long have you been here?"
"Six. Close to seven. I am to be Lord Federico's tutor upon his return."
"Why did she choose you? Why not hire a professor?"
"Time. Cost. And convenience. It would take time for a professor to know Lord Federico's patience and temper. It would cost more to hire a professor than it is to add on an increase in my wages. It is convenient to have someone already residing within the mansion."
Scooting to the edge of the bed, he slowly stood up and walked closer to her. He watched her eyes with the utmost attention; trying to stare into it and beyond it. He watched Helena first watch him in confusion and then back up a bit.
"What is your age?"
"Seventeen in a few short months."
"No. You are far older than that. You are older than this whole mansion."
Helena didn't know whether to take that as a complement or an insult. Either way, she knitted her eyebrows in confusion.
"I beg your pardon!?"
"Nono. Just that your eyes. Eyes tell many stories and never lie about it. Yours just tell many stories. Out on the sea, in fact. And traveling so far, looking for someone. Trying to save him, in fact."
Watching Master Da Vinci looking so serious, she blinked and slowly shook her head.
"My apologies, Master Da Vinci. But living in Mantua, there is no water but streams and small rivers close by."
Da Vinci watched her watch him watch her, but then softly smile and let out a hearty chuckle.
"It is I who should be apologising to you. For you are the one who has to an old man's ramblings throughout my visit here."
"And were you not listening to Lady Isabella's ramblings?"
"Fair enough. I have a question to ask of you. Actually, more of a request."
"Yes?"
"Would you mind sitting in for me on a portrait I am working on? So many stories and your age in your eyes are something that needs to be placed in a portrait."
Helena was downright speechless. But only one thing came out of her mouth immediately.
"You are to be doing a portrait of Lady Isabella. If she fi--"
"Oh pish posh. I am doing a portrait of her. A sketch to be precise. I will speak in details of that at the dinner. But this portrait is something that I have been working on for nearly a year. There was noone's eyes that has captivated me so much like yours."
Helena blushed deeply. She could not pass up an opportunity like this. She smiled softly and nodded.
"It would be an honour to sit in for your portrait. But, it has to be done at night."
"Night is good."
"Three before sunrise to be precise. Most of the servants will be sleeping by then. The last one sets in by two past midnight. And the first one to wake up for breakfast is a two before sunrise. So that will give you an hour. Will that be fine?"
"More than fine. I am still awake at that point in time."
"Then sit in, I shall."
"Wonderful."
Da Vinci yawned a bit before walking back to the bed.
"I am going to rest before the feast. I will call for you when I need you."
She nodded at that. Once Helena saw Master Da Vinci hit the bed and just started snoring as if he had been sleeping for hours, she started walking towards the door as quietly as she could. Gently opening the door, she looked back to Master Da Vinci; and she could not help but grin so widely. Stepping out into the hallway, she closed the door at a slow pace. She wanted to slam herself against the door and shout and holler with excitement and glee; but instead, she placed her back against the door and slowly slid down to the floor and stared up at the ceiling all dreamily-like. She then finally whispered something she never thought in a million lifetimes she would say.
"Leonardo Da Vinci will be painting me."
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