Time Travelers Never Die Part 12

"I'M not sure how to go about this," said Shel, "but I think we might start by trying to reach Galileo in his later years. When he was in Arcetri. I think that's when my dad would have been most interested in talking with him." not sure how to go about this," said Shel, "but I think we might start by trying to reach Galileo in his later years. When he was in Arcetri. I think that's when my dad would have been most interested in talking with him."

Arcetri was located in northern Italy, on the southern edge of Florence. Shel had prepared a chart of the area, which he'd spread across his kitchen table. The chart showed roads thought to be in existence during the early years of the seventeenth century. "We want to arrive as close to Arcetri as we can," he said. "Preferably without showing up in the central square."

"You got us onto Forty-fourth Street in New York."

"I'd made the jump before, so I could get readings on the location. Once I've been somewhere, I can lock it in." He pointed at an area close to several roads. "This is what I'm aiming for. If I've got it right, we'll arrive within a few miles, just after dawn, during the early spring of 1640." He handed Dave his converter. "It's ready to go. Once we get there, it'll automatically reset to return you here. If there's any kind of problem, anything at all, just punch the b.u.t.ton, and it'll bring you back. Okay?"

Shel put a photo of his father into an envelope and slipped it into his pocket. They were dressed in the gear they'd bought at Emilio's. And both now sported beards. "You look good," said Dave.

"Ah, yes." He took out the second converter. "The latest styles for the interdimensional traveler."

CHAPTER 9.

I do not feel obliged to believe that the same G.o.d who has endowed us with sense, reason, and intellect has intended us to forgo their use.

-GALILEO

IT was raining. Pouring. They were in a glade, lined by a few small trees, in the early summer of 1640. "I don't guess you thought to bring umbrellas?" asked Dave. was raining. Pouring. They were in a glade, lined by a few small trees, in the early summer of 1640. "I don't guess you thought to bring umbrellas?" asked Dave.

The sky was dark, and a strong wind blew through the branches. Shel looked for shelter. "That hillside." He pointed. "Might be a grotto."

They started trudging toward it, but Dave stopped. "I have a better idea."

"Make it fast, okay?"

"Sure. The storm should be over in an hour or so."

Shel pulled his huke tightly around him. Stroked his beard. (Helen did not approve of it.) "What are you talking about?"

It was six in the morning. Dave was resetting for eight. "We've got time time machines. We don't have to wait for storms to pa.s.s." machines. We don't have to wait for storms to pa.s.s."

"Of course. Yeah. I wasn't using my head."

Shel locked his unit on eight o'clock and they went. The gray light dimmed, the storm went away, and they were standing in wet gra.s.s. The sky was still pallid, but it was brighter than it had been. "You know," Dave said, "these things really have possibilities."

Shel pulled out a map and compa.s.s, studied both for a minute, and then pointed toward some distant hills. "That way," he said. "North."

"How do you know where we are?"

"I'm a.s.suming we landed more or less where we expected to."

Thunder rumbled somewhere. "Shel, what's your father going to say when he sees me me?"

"I think he'll be too relieved at being rescued to worry about it. Though if I know him, we'll both get lectured."

"Do you think he'll still want to disa.s.semble the converters? When we get home?"

"Probably. But let's do this one step at a time and find him first."

EVENTUALLY, they came across a road. "Which way?" asked Dave. they came across a road. "Which way?" asked Dave.

Shel consulted the map again. "To your right."

It was showing signs of becoming a pleasant morning. The ground was drying. Birds sang, insects hummed, and squirrels scampered up the sides of trees. They pa.s.sed a vineyard and, minutes later, were overtaken by a donkey cart driven by two teenage boys. In his best Italian, Dave asked whether they were on the road to Arcetri.

"Left at the fork," came the response. "We're going that way. You want a ride?"

"Please." The cart was loaded with planks. They climbed in.

Shel tried his own Italian: "You boys ever hear of Il Giojello Il Giojello?"

They were about fifteen. They appeared healthier than Shel had expected, although one of them could have used some dental work. They looked at each other and both shook their heads.

"What's Il Giojello Il Giojello?" Dave asked in English.

"It's Galileo's villa. But we shouldn't have a problem finding it. It's on the map."

IT was uphill most of the way, on a winding road. A tower stood near the summit. Shel asked the boys whether it was the was uphill most of the way, on a winding road. A tower stood near the summit. Shel asked the boys whether it was the Torre del Gallo Torre del Gallo.

"Yes," the driver said. "That's it."

Shel used his cell phone to take a picture of it. "It dates from the Middle Ages," he said.

"It strikes me," said Dave, "that we're pretty much in in the Middle Ages." the Middle Ages."

"I won't argue the point."

"Is that where he lived? Galileo?"

"No. Not really."

"How do you mean, not really not really?"

"The legend is that he used the tower as an observatory. It was the place where he was able to separate himself from the Inquisition. Get away from them."

"But it's a legend? That he came here?"

"Yes. It probably never happened. They kept him bottled up in his villa. The guy had trouble getting out to see his doctor."

Houses were becoming numerous. The cart stopped at a connecting road. "We're going this this way," the driver said, pointing. "Arcetri's straight ahead. About a mile." way," the driver said, pointing. "Arcetri's straight ahead. About a mile."

They thanked the boys, and Shel gave them a couple of coins. The kids lit up. There were cries of "Ringraziato, signore." "Ringraziato, signore."

"My pleasure," said Shel in English.

They climbed down, and the boys kept showing each other the coins and shaking their heads in disbelief. "What did you give them?" asked Dave. "Gold?"

"They're carlinos carlinos."

"Carlinos?"

"They're silver. And they are are worth a bit." worth a bit."

"You came prepared."

"Of course." He shielded his eyes from the sun and looked uphill. "Looks as if we walk from here."

Dave was still admiring the tower.

"In our time," Shel said, "it's been overhauled and refurbished. It's now a museum and library dedicated to Galileo's memory."

"He's near the end of his life?" asked Dave. "Here, I mean."

Shel was moving briskly toward the cl.u.s.ter of houses at the summit. "He has two years to live. And he's almost totally blind."

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IL Giojello Giojello stood on a small street near a piazza of modest proportions. Several people were gathered in a park, playing a game that might have been bocce ball. "Did they have bocce ball this far back?" asked Dave. stood on a small street near a piazza of modest proportions. Several people were gathered in a park, playing a game that might have been bocce ball. "Did they have bocce ball this far back?" asked Dave.

Shel shrugged. "Don't know."

Two riders on horseback entered the street from the opposite end, moving casually, and raised their hands to say h.e.l.lo to Shel and Dave as they pa.s.sed.

Shel pointed toward a large villa on the far side of the piazza. "There's another famous place," he said.

"What's that?" asked Dave.

"Some historians claim it's the birthplace of comedy."

"That sounds mildly subjective. What is is it?" it?"

"If I'm reading my directions right, it's Il Teatro Il Teatro."

"The Theater."

"During the Middle Ages, comedians are supposed to have performed there." Shel was looking at his map again. "On this this side," he said, pointing at a villa on their left, "is side," he said, pointing at a villa on their left, "is Il Giojello Il Giojello."

The house straddled three sides of a courtyard. It was two stories high, surrounded by spiked bushes. Vines climbed walls constructed of smooth gray stucco. The courtyard was of modest dimensions, and there was some open ground beyond it. Olive orchards and vineyards were cl.u.s.tered on either side.

"How do we get in?" asked Dave. "Is the Inquisition watching?"

"No. They left Galileo's son Vincenzo in charge. To see that he didn't violate the rules."

"His son?"

"Vincenzo was supposedly a good Catholic. The Inquisitors believed they could trust him."

"Could they?"

"Apparently."

"So how do we get past him?"

They'd stopped a few paces from the house. "The restrictions during Galileo's later years became less stringent. They knew he had only a short time to live. And he couldn't get around very well. He got visitors periodically. In fact, John Milton will be here next year to see him."

"Milton?"

"Yes."

"My G.o.d, Shel, that's when we should have come."

"You want to talk to Milton?"

"I'd love to."

"Maybe we can arrange it. Meanwhile, though, let's do one thing at a time. Let's get my father back first." He extracted a rolled doc.u.ment from his jacket. "If Vincenzo is at all reluctant to let us in, we give him this."

Dave frowned at it. "What is it?"

"A letter from Cardinal Bellarmine instructing him to grant us entry."

"Where'd you get it?"

"Same place I got the carlinos. What did you think I've been doing these last few weeks?"

Dave was impressed. "Very good," he said.

THE door was opened by a cautious-looking elderly servant. "Yes?" he said. "May I help you?" door was opened by a cautious-looking elderly servant. "Yes?" he said. "May I help you?"

"I hope so." Dave took the lead. "This gentleman is Adrian Shelborne, and I'm David Dryden. We're admirers of Professore Professore Galilei. We'd like very much to speak with him about his discoveries, if we may." Galilei. We'd like very much to speak with him about his discoveries, if we may."

"I'm sorry, gentlemen, but the professor does not presently receive visitors."

"We have authorization."