In the Pope’s Bedchamber

The pope’s guards did not tell Michelangelo why they were taking him to the Castel Sant’ Angelo. They simply summoned him and ordered him to follow. Michelangelo didn’t know who he was to see until he entered the pope’s bedchamber. The pope, looking disheveled, was slumped in a chair and clutching a cup of red [...]

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I Will Finish When I Finish

The pope’s condition was frail enough that Michelangelo had stopped expecting to see him high up on the scaffold. But there he was, dressed in a red robe and leaning on a cane, studying the image of God as he created Adam. “Is this how you really see him?” said Julius without turning. “He looks [...]

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A Most Holy League

Although Pope Julius refused to admit it, his bout with malaria turned him into an old fragile man. He slumped forward as he walked, always needing a cane now. And the long contentious meetings he held every day with his advisors, generals, and diplomats left him exhausted. His physicians told him to rest more. Julius scoffed [...]

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