EPISODE 2 — CLERIC IN NAPLES
CHAPTER VIII
My Misfortunes in Chiozza—Father Stephano—The Lazzaretto
at Ancona—The Greek Slave—My Pilgrimage to Our Lady of
Loretto—I Go to Rome on Foot, and From Rome to Naples to
Meet the Bishop—I Cannot Join Him—Good Luck Offers Me the
Means of Reaching Martorano, Which Place I Very Quickly
Leave to Return to Naples
The retinue of the ambassador, which was styled “grand,” appeared to me very small. It was composed of a Milanese steward, named Carcinelli, of a priest who fulfilled the duties of secretary because he could not write, of an old woman acting as housekeeper, of a man cook with his ugly wife, and eight or ten servants.
We reached Chiozza about noon. Immediately after landing, I politely asked the steward where I should put up, and his answer was: