Hannibal - Thomas Harris [46]
They were the last to leave the council room. Pazzi had reached the door when Dr Fell called to him.
“Commendator Pazzi?”
Dr Fell was a black silhouette against the tall windows. Behind him in the distance rose the Duomo..“Yes?”
“I think you are a Pazzi of the Pazzi, am I correct?”
“Yes. How did you know that?”
Pazzi would consider a reference to recent newspaper coverage rude in the extreme.
“You resemble a figure from the Della Robbia rondels in your family's chapel at Santa Croce.”
“Ah, that was Andrea de' Pazzi depicted as John the Baptist,” Pazzi said, a small slick of pleasure on his acid heart.
When Rinaldo Pazzi left the slender figure standing in the council room, his lasting impression was of Dr Fen's extraordinary stillness.
He would add to that impression very soon.
Hannibal
Chapter 20
Now THAT ceaseless exposure has calloused us to the lewd and the vulgar, it is instructive to see what still seems wicked to us. What still slaps the clammy flab of our submissive consciousness hard enough to get our attention? In Florence it was the exposition called Atrocious Torture Instruments, and it was here that Rinaldo Pazzi next encountered Dr Fell.
The exhibit, featuring more than twenty classic instruments of torture with extensive documentation, was mounted in the forbidding Forte di Belvedere, a sixteenthcentury Medici stronghold that guards the city's south wall. The expo opened to enormous, unexpected crowds; excitement leaped like a trout in the public trousers.
The scheduled run was a month; Atrocious Torture Instruments ran for six months, equaling the draw of the Uffizi Gallery and outdrawing the Pitti Palace Museum.
The promoters, two failed taxidermists who formerly got along by eating offal from the trophies they mounted, became millionaires and made a triumphal tour of Europe with their show, wearing their new tuxedos.
The visitors came in couples, mostly, from all over Europe, taking advantage of the extended hours to file among the engines of pain, and read carefully in any of four languages the provenance of the devices and how to use them. Illustrations by Durer and others, along with contemporary diaries, enlightened the crowds on matters such as the finer points of wheeling.
The English from one placard:
The Italian princes preferred to have their victims broken on the ground with the use of the irontired wheel as the striking agent and blocks beneath the limbs as shown, while in northern Europe the popular method was to lash the victim to the wheel, break him or her with an iron bar, and then lace the limbs through the spokes around the periphery of the wheel, compound fractures providing the requisite flexibility, with the stillnoisy head and trunk in the center. The latter method was a more satisfactory spectacle, but the recreation might be cut short if a piece of marrow went to the heart..The exposition of Atrocious Torture Instruments could not fail to appeal to a connoisseur of the worst in mankind. But the essence of the worst, the true asafoetida of the human spirit, is not found in the Iron Maiden or the whetted edge; Elemental Ugliness is found in the faces of the crowd.
In the semidarkness of this great stone room, beneath the lit, hanging cages of the damned, stood Dr Fell, connoisseur of facial cheeses, holding his spectacles in his scarred hand, the tip of an earpiece against his lips, his face rapt as he watched the people file through.
Rinaldo Pazzi saw him there.
Pazzi was on his second menial errand of the day. Instead of having dinner with his wife, he was pushing through the crowd to post new warnings to couples about the Monster of Florence, whom he had failed to catch. Such a warning poster was prominent over his own desk, placed there by his new superiors, along with other wanted posters from around the world.
The taxidermists, watching the box office together, were happy to add a bit of contemporary horror to their show, but