I was getting settled in my new home when a man walked into my room. By the way he moved (as though he owned the whole world) I could tell he was a complete despot. Amused by his nature I decided to take him down of his high horse.
"Oh there you are," I said, a imperial tone in my voice "Its about time. I've been waiting almost an hour for my servant."
"What!" said the nasty little man.
"You should call me sir, or I shall have you punished" I said, fighting to keep a smile of of my face when he turned a beet red.
"DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM!"
"But of course, you are my servant! And I am your master. Now go away, and don't come back till you can treat me with some respect!" He almost looked to explode when I said this, and quickly rushed out of my room. I smiled and continued unpacking. After about a half an hour of relaxing in my luxurious suite (Cosimo always had an excellent sense of taste) I decided to do what I really came here for. I slipped out of my room and walked to the library.
Inside there were hundreds of books, all the most up to date or the most collectible works of the Rinascimento, or renaissance. It was very impressive. But the book I was looking for was one of the most notable books in the world. Machiavelli's "The Prince". A book so infamous it was famous. I found what I was looking for, took a glance around, and slipped it into my coat pocket. Phase two of the plan was done.
Happy with my work, I returned to my beroom to wait for the beet faced man.
"Oh there you are," I said, a imperial tone in my voice "Its about time. I've been waiting almost an hour for my servant."
"What!" said the nasty little man.
"You should call me sir, or I shall have you punished" I said, fighting to keep a smile of of my face when he turned a beet red.
"DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM!"
"But of course, you are my servant! And I am your master. Now go away, and don't come back till you can treat me with some respect!" He almost looked to explode when I said this, and quickly rushed out of my room. I smiled and continued unpacking. After about a half an hour of relaxing in my luxurious suite (Cosimo always had an excellent sense of taste) I decided to do what I really came here for. I slipped out of my room and walked to the library.
Inside there were hundreds of books, all the most up to date or the most collectible works of the Rinascimento, or renaissance. It was very impressive. But the book I was looking for was one of the most notable books in the world. Machiavelli's "The Prince". A book so infamous it was famous. I found what I was looking for, took a glance around, and slipped it into my coat pocket. Phase two of the plan was done.
Happy with my work, I returned to my beroom to wait for the beet faced man.
When you said you were looking for a book, I knew it was going to be "The Prince."
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