The militia of Orvieto, thought Sophia, was under the command of the podesta. If d'Ucello was involved in fighting the Sienese, what might that mean for Daoud?
Dona Elvira looked at the cardinal slyly. "Are you also staying in Orvieto, Your Eminence?"
"For the moment," said Ugolini.
Sophia was surprised that Ugolini did not say more, but the conversation seemed to be going the way he wanted it to.
"You may be able to help us, Your Eminence."
Sophia felt more elated than ever. If she wanted help from Ugolini, then surely she would be willing to help him.
"Nothing would please me more, Contessa."
"You are from the south, from Manfred's kingdom. You might have some influence with these Ghibellini. Perhaps a word from you would help to keep our house and our property intact."
Ugolini threw out his arms. "Dear Contessa, anything. Of course, as a loyal supporter of the pope I do not ordinarily have dealings with Ghibellini."
"Of course not," the contessa agreed. Vittorio smiled. He had a small, chiseled mouth, such as Sophia had seen on the men in ancient Roman sculptures.