Prologue
February 18, 1401 ( February odeviginti, 1401)
The young man scrabbled names on the piece of parchment, his eyebrows knitted together, his face deep in concentration. Each name that was scrawled onto the parchment was chosen with care, and each fake name for that man to use in the stead of his real name was chosen in Latin. Each letter read the same. Where to go, to tell no one about this affair and to keep quiet. His long hands shaking, the man, no older than twenty-five, packed the letters into a box and delivered each one to the personal residence of its owner.
As the young men filed into the dark room, a well-built man, clothed in a deep red robe with a hood, making it difficult to see his face, stepped into the room.
“You have all been called here to take part in a society. You see, I have uncovered a secret by reading some ancient texts. It will change the future of the royal Monarchy in several countries. Including England, Italy, and France. This secret cannot be spoken about to anyone except when you are here. And even when you are here, you will not know the true identity of the person whom you are speaking to because you will all be assigned a new name. A Latin name, therefore we will speak Latin when here.”
The speaker changed his tongue to Latin.
“ Understood?”
Several men left, obviously unable to understand the young man and the language. The remaining were given cloaks and were revealed their fake names.
The room was pitch black, and the hooded man, now identical to the others, lit one candle.
“Now,” he said in his thick Latin accent.
“The secret.”