Ugolini sprang to his feet. "Pazzia! You are mad!"
It is you who are almost mad, with terror, Daoud thought. He was going to have trouble with Ugolini, no question.
Aloud he said only, "We will discuss it. You can help us plan. Pardon me, Your Eminence, while I send for Lorenzo."
"It will have to be late at night, of course," said Lorenzo. "And I would think a Friday evening would be best, when the men-at-arms will be off their guard and many of them out carousing. But it finally depends on when Marco di Filippeschi says his family's men can be ready. They need to buy weapons."
Daoud and Lorenzo stood by the cardinal's table while Ugolini paced with many short steps between the windows and the hearth. He muttered to himself, and his hands trembled as he ran them through his tufts of white hair.
"What of our men?" said Daoud.
"We have over two hundred now, scattered throughout the city," said Lorenzo.
If I could be in the palazzo before the fighting begins ...
Ugolini stopped his pacing and faced them. "You talk like moonstruck men! You would unleash a civil war right here in Orvieto?"