Man: Mia cara! The strings of fate have drawn us together. Two italiani, lost and alone in the Orient. Do you not feel the magnetismo?
Sofia: I feel many things, messere. Nausea above all.
Ezio: Is this man bothering you, Sofia?
Man: Excuse me, messere, but the lady and I are- Ah! Il diavollo in persona! Stay back!
Ezio: Duccio. A pleasure.
Man: Run buona donna! Run for your life!
Sofia: Who was that?
Ezio: Un cane. He was engaged to my sister many years ago.
Sofia: And what happened?
Ezio: His cazzo was engaged to six others. Chiedo venia. So what brings you to these docks?
Sofia: I took a break from my work to retrieve a package, but here they claim the captain's papers are not in order. So, I wait. Che seccature. I could be here all day.
Ezio: Let me see what I can do. I know a few ways to bend the rules.
Sofia: Do you now?
Ezio: Si. I will meet you back at your shop.
Ezio: Sofia Sartor. Perfetto.
Sofia: Salute, Ezio. Any luck?
Ezio: Madamigella Sofia Sartor, libraia, Costantinopoli.
Sofia: Oh no! Look at the damage. Did they use this to fight off pirates? Well, so far, so good. Ah! Beautiful, no? This is a print of a map by Martin Waldseemuller. See here? The new lands described by messer Amerigo Vespucci.
Ezio: Poor Cristoforo Colombo. History has a strange way of unfolding.
Sofia: What do you make of this body of water here?
Ezio: A new ocean, perhaps? Most of the scholars I know claim the size of the globe has been underestimated.
Sofia: Incredible. The more we learn about the world, the less we seem to know. Well, you honored your promise, here is mine fulfilled. If we are correct, this should show you the location of the first book. I must admit, my head is swimming with the prospect of seeing these books. This is knowledge the world has lost, and must have again. Perhaps I could print a few copies to distribute myself. A small run of fifty or so. That should be enough...Perche ridi?
Ezio: Forgive me. It is a joy to see someone with a passion so personal and noble. It is... inspiring.
Sofia: Goodness. Where is this coming from?
Ezio: Grazie, Sofia. I will return.